Every event in life, every person one meets happens because it is meant to happen. It is also when bad events seep your life you see your list of contacts through. Fun times, you hold a roll of friends' list in your hands, through a crisis you test your strength and the credibility of the relationships around you. And the ones who leave you in a crisis may leave your sense of personal integrity baffled but then it is also a platform for you to delete a list that was framed before a crisis. Good Events feel good, but then they actually let the real one within you take a good nap. A crisis is one where you see the phantoms walk out, some slither away(just in case you seek help), some struggle with "to be or not to be", still others use it as a levelling plane to help you feel how great a Samaritan they are. In the midst of all those betrayal blues you have those few, the worthy ones, not letting go of you, understanding your silence as much the noise inside your head, the unspent grief in your heart and the distant, moody tones. And the worthy ones who proved your strength and their sincerity are the ones who just trust that you are somewhere out there, getting back to life, with a foot
against the enormity of a struggle.
