With My Feet On The Dash, The World Doesn't Matter.

Sometimes circumstances just shock me, they seem to come around a corner I didn't even know was there and hit me straight in the face. Things I never expected to happen always seem to find their way of, well, happening. It's just another one of those situations, one to add to the pile of confusing, insinuating, frustrating, make-you-cry-so-hard-you-want-to-laugh-but-just-cry-more situations. It almost seems, at times, that I am a flame to moths of sorts when it comes to these types of problems. People lashing out from hurt I've caused or someone else has caused that they are now inflicting on me, words exchanged that we know we shouldn't have said, bridges burned, trust broken, friendship lost. And honestly, it's not all that hard to regain any of these things, as people we are very forgiving and loving, to a fault sometimes, and even if it doesn't seem that way on the exterior, inside we are all hurting just as much as the other people and needing forgiveness and wanting to forgive equally. It's hard for us to admit our faults, to say we're sorry, to open up to another person that might just a readily tear you down. Things become increasingly difficult to manage under stress; physical, financial, whatever it may be. I understand that this makes us upset, it can irritate us and push things to a different level, the real maturity and love is best shown in the end result: how you deal with what you've done. Lately, I find that I am able to grow up an blow away, if I may. Issues are easier to resolve, people are easier to love, fights are easier to stop before they begin, smiles are easier to exchange. I am ready to forgive, ready to admit my faults, so my question is... where are you?