Innocence.

It's the term that comes to mind when I think about how I walk through life. Though I am one who always preaches cynically of the hardships, the heartbreak and the hurt that comes from thinking idealogically, I am probably the greatest sinner.

Ignorance is bliss, or so they say. Walk through life never knowing, and one will be happier. Perhaps it is true. Then why do I always impose reality on others? Perhaps because I know of what lies after that period of bliss.

Sorrow, sadness, some kind of betrayal. Sometimes it's hard to accept the reality of things. But hopefully, with enough friendly warnings and emotional beatings, I can prevent or at least, install some sort of psychological cushion for others.

Since I have no one like myself to blatantly and bluntly shatter my ideals of reality, I end up having to absorb the force of some realities. Just today it probably happened three times.

It's really easy to get caught off guard, to open yourself to someone and then realize they may not be exactly what they said they were. I don't really consider it a bad thing. For one, it helps me to help others from going through the same troubles I went through. At the same time though, maybe people need to learn for themselves.

Maybe everyone needs to have their hopes and dreams crushed at least once. If it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger. Right?

I must be really strong.