The roads that we all travel are long and arduous. There are perils and pitfalls, highs and lows, trials and tribulations. Some things are left to fate and some things are constant, but all in all it's a crap shoot. There are those who will bail when you don't conform to their will. There are those who will stay no matter what.
There are those who will choose to support you regardless, and there are those who will look for the soft spot and kick you when you're down.
There are those who you think will be there no matter what - time, distance, feast or famine, agreements, disagreements and - then they are not.
There are those that you did not expect and yet you don't know what you would do without them.
There are those who by no fault of their own, can't adjust to whatever the world has offered up and there are those who take it as it comes, hoping for the best, planning for the worst and sometimes ending up with a happy medium.
People are people, human beings are a fickle lot. I am a fickle human being. I acknowledge I am not perfect, but I try my best. I work hard to not harm others intentionally, to be patient and supportive to those who need it, to not judge based on what I think is best, because my perception is not another's reality. I guess my real problem is that I honestly expect the same in return.
You'd think by now I'd know that and be prepared for it, and yet I'm not. I don't expect the kick, nor do I see it coming, I believe that what is said is what is meant and yet when it's not I am still surprised. Perhaps I expect too much, perhaps I hope for the best, perhaps I try to hard, perhaps I am (as my husband always told me) just too naive.
Perhaps, I'm just tired.
That's all.
