once upon a time, there was a very difficult person named
‘she’. she saw how the world treated people unfairly. she saw how people got
hurt, got bullied by a group of people who called themselves ‘friends’. it
happened before her eyes, so then she went home and thought to herself, friends
were danger.
she kept that thought with her always. she trusted no one,
because trust was friends’ weapon. she was mean, harsh, cold and
straightforward, so people wouldn’t get closer to her. although people disliked
the wall she built between her and them, they couldn’t do anything, because she
was strong.
time went by, and she grew up. the friends that she saw
bullied other people had moved on and never been seen again. she climbed her
wall and saw, there were new people out there. she watched them for quite some
time and found herself liking them. she also saw there were people who had been
around her wall for a long time. she gathered
her will and courage, and one day, she started leaving her wall.
leaving her wall wasn’t easy. but people outside, who always
had been there for a long time, cheered her up. she got more comfortable each
day, bolder to share with those people. she started naming them one by one, as
‘friend’. seeing how that name fit them well, she dared herself to meet other
people and name them ‘friends’ too. she was so happy, so grateful that she had
those who were with her for a long time. she thought, for they had been with
her for a long time, they would always be there.
how naïve of her.
things started to go wrong. those people started to change.
she got alerted, but she couldn’t bring herself to attack them. instead, she
tried slipping away, walking closer to her old wall. after arriving in front of
her wall, she realized how long had she left her wall unattended. the wall was
withered, a few weapons were missing from its places. while she was thinking in
front of her wall, her old friends came one by one, bearing boxes. how shocked
she was when she opened those boxes! friends were giving her disappointments,
making her deeply disappointed.
disappointment was such an embarrassing thing. she was so
embarrassed, she thought of going back to her wall instantly. but then she
remembered the cheering she received when she left the wall. the cheering came
from the people who gave her those boxes. those good memories from the same
people made the boxes heavier. she needed to make a decision soon, whether to
return to the wall or bore the disappointment and stayed with her friends.
she is me.
moral lesson: disappointment hurts.
