Crooning on my STEREO: A Ballad For My Little Hyena by AFTERHOURS
We all have issues with trust. You don't trust your postman. You think your husband is cheating on you. You suspect that your son is oogling porn sites on the internet. You think your cat may eat your fish. You don't like Bush. You don't trust Alam Flora collecting your garbage on time.
You see, I have always been a fiercely loyal person. I live by a kindergarten formula: Be nice to me, and I will be very nice to you. And it takes a very simple betrayal to break that pact.
If you stab me with a blade, I will slash you with a scythe.
In fact, this is a bargain; you give me some and I will give you MORE. Faham?
Of course, life is not as anal as it seems. This scene from Bali has taught me about the beauty of co-existence.
(And I can testify that both woman and snake are very much alive.)
Salvation does exist in this world. If a reptile is able base its trust on Man, they share a mutual understanding that one will not harm the other.
This illustrates that trust transcends words. It is simply built on instinct.
If I am able to bring myself to sleep beside you, I wouldn't expect you to strangulate me in my sleep.
Speaking of such, I am not encouraging you to sleep with your enemy.
Building a comfortable level of trust between two parties is never instantenous. It takes an awful amount of time. Years. Or even decades.
Sometimes, you simply can't bring yourself to trust a particular person.
We all have our fair share of disappointments. There was a girl I knew who constantly whined/ exaggerated on the cruelty of the people around her, and how she is unable to progress in her life as a consequence.
All I could say to her was, no matter how many bastards and bitches we encounter in our lifetime, we just have to move on.
Life is a domesticated bat. You were once wild, but you were held captive.
And in order to survive, you have to trust your captors.
Off tangent, you may even have to fight for your right to co-exist with another being.
I call this: the passionate pain of love and hate.
Odio ed amore.
And I am fighting it. Because I love him.