Everyone is mortal, and mortals are humans, and humans ain't perfect in every single way. Not even the Gods. You can tell your lover how perfect they are but you know best how things work and that they are not perfect in every way. The fact is, nothing is perfect, the only closest is near perfection. Humans have many sights and perspective towards whatever they experience, there is no right and wrong but only ethical and unethical, moral and immoral values. Do not force them to believe in what you believe but only let them believe through their own will. If people do not listen, do not force them to listen, let them listen in their own will. If they do not heed to advise, do not force but let them accept with their own will. Through free-will only people could live on with ease and happiness without being tormented and tortured to follow the leader who is never was.
A thought runs through his mind, that he could no longer continue living for others sake, he will lost his own nature if it is going to be that way for a long period to come. Losing the freedom to give him a chance to embark on something most people do not believe in, confiding in the feelings of others makes him cold towards his ownself, blaming himself for everything that had, has and soon to happen. Being there for people when he could but in the end he receive the cold shoulder and the bitter looks and sarcasm. Being look down upon, strip him off his confidence, as though he do not own the feeling of an ordinary human being. There he goes down on his knee for the people, was it worth it? What benefit you gain from them? It is time to move on, people come and go in life, throw the old and pick the new, start a fresh and rise up to a new level. How much longer can he hold on to it, not any longer he hope, burn the rope and give way to a fallen bridge, maintain the distant, walk away and never look back.
Being around with people of his choice is the same choice being made by everyone. They do not want to be with people they do not want to be, that is norm from the beginning of time where homosapiens begin stomping the soil of earth. If people do not like a certain kind of humans, they can't expect everyone to think like them. He has his own choice, and his choice is made is solely in his hands of his own fate. Say the words he could not see, like in hell he cares. Draw the picture he could not see, like in dungholes he cares. It does not change who he is whichever side he is with, but only his silent thought remains constant of his own conscious.
As silent as he could be in his recent days, an invisible barrier caught in between. He doubts the humans, he doubts those he use to trust. It does not seem like what he expected anymore. People change and yes that is how it works, humans are progressive creatures created to progress from one step to the other. The progression made either to be on the left or the right path, whichever it is chosen, nothing much he could do but to just sit, wait and watch. Still the eyes that he could see that shall remains for the rest of his life with eternity and beyond is the eyes of his true brother...\m/...
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