Breaking Faith

Do you know who hurts you the most? The people closest to you. Do you know who shatters our deepest beliefs? The very ones we trust most profoundly.

Your most guarded secret can only be betrayed by that trusted soul to whom you poured out everything, word by word.

The sharpest blade in your back can only be thrust by the one you've held close to your heart.

Those we never trusted in the first place cannot break our trust — the question simply doesn't arise. That's why the person we don't trust becomes the safest person for us.

Those into whose hands we carefully place the fragile glass of our trust are the very ones who eagerly seize the chance to shatter that faith into tinkling fragments. What strange creatures we are. Given the opportunity to break, we would even crack your ribs just to hear the sound of breaking!

Among the few cruel ironies of this world, one is our inability to tell who is truly ours and who is a stranger. By the time we learn to distinguish between our own and others, our greatest damage has already been done.

Sometimes even blood relations become more terrible than enemies, while at other times, complete strangers become far more precious than blood ties.

Just as house mice gnaw through the fence, the people in our own homes slice away our happiness, trust, and peace piece by piece, while some barely familiar soul comes along and carefully mends the broken fragments of our hearts, one by one.

Yes, that's the difference. Simply being related by blood or kinship doesn't make someone your own; to be truly yours requires soul. To belong, one must simply belong.