OtkudJa

How much should we know about people around us? How much is just enough, just right or just too much? We all had our paths that we passed, bridges that we crossed, maybe burned, memories created and things we forgot. What should be revealed of all those things? All the things we went through made us the people we are. Our battles might not be great but they were our own. Hidden secrets, disappointments, disillusions, heartbrokes, failures, revenges, lies, weaknesses, sins…. Can they match with our obvious success, achievements, honesty, strength, courage, belief, forgiveness? How much of our bad can we share and still be good? Do people want to hear: It took me a month to plan a revenge on this guy, and two months to do it, but I pulled it off and I am so proud of it? I loved once, I was heartbroken for 3 years and I don’t know if I’ll be able to love anybody else that way, but you are nice, stick around? I am such a good liar that I can invent anybody’s life story in a split second and you would never suspect it is truth? I hated my father because he was an alcoholic and I doubt all guys ever since to do the same? Actually I am deeply hidden self-destructive and depressed person with deep problems related to my self esteem but you’ll never find out about it because my smile is too big? Do they want to hear it? Do they want to know? Can they look at us after it and see the same person as before: smart, funny, honest, loving, caring, brave, positive and great? How much becomes too much? And yet, all those bad things we have done, bad thoughts we harbor within us made us who we are…. That is the way we learned about ourselves, about life, about others… I am starting a new policy now. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to talk. You are there and I am here and we are good together. Let me know what are your goals in life and who you are but I don’t want to know how you got to be that person. Maybe then I won’t have to tell you about my own mistakes and failures.