The greatest lie that we tell ourselves is that we are strong. Sure, we each make that definitive claim that we are capable of standing on our own, that we belong to no one else but our self. It’s funny how willingly we buy into cheap words and knock-off promises because...all it takes to knock us off our feet is one, single blow—just one to cause our perceived reality to crack. Then, memories of everything we promised we wouldn’t let happen again start to seep in through the fractures of our perfect façade until we are demolished.
I don’t know why life is like that. I don’t know why it’s always the same story. Maybe it is life’s way of humbling us and reminding us that we aren’t invincible, that we don’t hold the upper hand. Now, we have to build ourselves back up—our ego, esteem, and faith are always in a constant reconstruction.
Some laugh, proclaiming they won’t let another get the best of them, that they are "over it." Such fools! While they may be "over it," the person or situation or time in their life is within them…the mark has been left on the blocks for which we are to rebuild with. These marks will forever be there—they are scars of the past. They are the very beams supporting the bruised ego we harbor. They will always remind us of our destruction.
I guess all we can really do is to learn from these people and situations and trials in our lives; we must set to work. Life is nothing but one giant construction site. We build only to get demolished. And so, the pattern continues until the day comes when someone isn’t there to tear you down but to assist you. They have their tools, and they’re ready to help you—that’s right, they make an appearance in your life to help. They will reinforce your foundation, your support beams, yourself. They just may be a friend or a stranger or even your better half.
We just have to believe they will help us make improvements.
Blind trust is terrifying, but it’s the only way we learn to build character.