Broken Promises

Long ago since humanity started to tell stories, we all have been striving for a world we wish we would make. A haven of our fantasies of a decent world to flourish, pulling us towards the world which we commit to make. But there are always those who define them for themselves only; whether luck or power granted such fortunes of life, it matters not, other than the very thing that make them drive us into a hallway of facades with promises of a better world. When in reality, they are all Broken Promises.

I remember a time when the world wasn't falling under its own pressure. Upheavals were a few and far between and we mostly went on, as each of us were in our own blissful ignorance of better hopes to come, simply because they were so subtle that the influence was imperceptible to our very minds. And as time progressed, so has our perception with how worlds work.

So imagine yourself a simple person wishing nothing but the best, to grant yourself a world where you were ready for everything. No worries of finances, relationships or the overall state of play on our worlds.

A pleasant thought, isn't it? Exactly… It's a facade. A belief that all will be alright while we shift our thoughts and sights away from the true problems lie: the creation promises we are unaware of and not meant for. We are given opportunities to be denied of, promises to be broken, and lies to believe just for us to repeat. The very nature of a fantastical world of plenty… Crashing down with one word, ending our hopes not in a bang but with a whimper, leaving us continuously crawling for new possibilities, each closing down in front of us the very moment we set one foot before.

And each time it happens, the blame is not set in those puppeteering the world, but the puppets. We shoulder the very blame to fall for such facades because our desires get seen as pedestrian. A lie that makes many more lies. Lies that maim us from within, outside and even maim our human foundations. We turn friends into foes, desires into sins and vice versa and, worse yet, lies into truths.

Because this is the reality we live in: We live in a world which fundament was made of Broken Promises, strewn about the ground like shards of glass that we willingly tread on, to reach the light of perfection so near, yet so far away. For if it isn't distance that kills us, it's the injuries we inflict upon ourselves. Every facade we walk on is one gouging shard we step on and one gouge upon another bring us quicker to our own damnation we never deserved. And worse yet: it was redundant, unnecessary, agonising. This is how hurtful facades work. This is how Broken Promises work.

And now, I ask you: will you follow the path of Broken Promises, follow every facade of purity and well-being to cast them away without knowing? Or will set your own course where your ways are true to yourself and everyone? I can't decide for you, other than tell: Don't fall for the facades. Don't follow promises that are broken already.