Have you ever woken up from a bad dream with tears in your eyes? As of this morning, I can say yes. Those liquid brown eyes with that look of utter betrayal appear so vividly in the sea of my mind that it is amazing that they were never real. I felt like a culprit under that look, even knowing that I had done no wrong.
In the nightmare, all I could say was, "you have to believe me, you know I wouldn't... do you seriously think..." But my earnest efforts must have sounded like mere protests to save some sort of pride; her face only bore an expression of fear and disgust as she shrank away, shunning the person she used to trust. There was no proof I could give, no way I could change her mind. But even as my vision became blurred by the flood of tears, even as the frustration of helplessness stole my usual composure, how could I just let this injustice be?
In the world of subconscious dreaming, I detested the thought of throwing away a relationship on a mere lack of understanding. But even after waking up and knowing that none of it actually happened, the feeling of loss remained. Staring up at the empty ceiling, I wondered how many hearts were broken this morning because of such misunderstandings, and whether these mistakes would ever be corrected. I wondered about the stories that the world never knew, and the voices kept silent because of fearful withdrawal.
The greatest fault of human race is society’s ironic callousness to its individual members. We all experience the same joys and sorrows; yet few, if not none, of us can truthfully say that we have always been perfectly considerate of others. It may not be rescuing humanity from certain annihilation, but I wish to break this habit of self-inflicted torture that seems to be the present trend of society.