Journey

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to believe yourself. Even harder is make somebody else believe you. We try very hard to tell our true story in it's purest form. What we don't understand is... that it's never important if anyone believed us or not.

What you go through in your loneliest times was never meant for anyone to know. When the time is running slow, it's making a decision to go a certain direction.

Your story was written in a time when even destiny did not know which way to go.

It is important to understand that we truly create our own destiny. The stumbles in our way is just a reminder of our human nature.

For if we do not fall, how do we rise?

If we do not aspire to rise, how do we know the journey?

And if there was no journey? How will you ever write your story?

You see, the beauty of the destination has always been it's journey. The people that accompany you along it are different shades of experiences coming to you in an endless journey of experiences themselves.

If your heart decides to believe or distrust their story filled with pain, you might as well understand this, that, it is not your story to tell. How somebody else lives their story and interprets it is completely their own nature.

But, for just one instance, if you believe their story without any judgments, you would know what a remarkable imagination the storyteller has.

Believe what you may, but know this...

A story always finds a believer, even if it just for a moment.

It finds a believer cos' in that story lies an experience that he might never acquire in his journey.

So when you bid goodbye to your storyteller, who was trying to make you believe in his pain, let him know that you believed him. Let him know that cos' somewhere he felt that pain....

Somewhere he is just looking for someone who would listen to him and say, "hey, I trust you... ."