Harsh.

[Level - Public]

I'm so cross. Why is it the beautiful, fragile, wonderful souls suffer the greatest anguish, both physical and mental?

I'm talking over several different things with devalmont right now, and I quite frankly hate what the world does to some people. And how we treat each other at times. It disgust me what little compassion there is out there at times. He never fails to remind me exactly how much some people DO have, how astounding and generous some people are, which somehow makes the rest of the world seem even bleaker and darker.

I was discussing my past with some work colleagues earlier today, explaining some of the things I've been through. And that those who did those things to me didn't realise, didn't know, didn't stop to think about the permanent effect of their words and actions. I was a handy target and it wasn't personal - but it sure as hell felt like that for an exceedingly long time.

I've been and no doubt will be criticised for being too forgiving with some people, in some situations. But I would rather show a little compassion and warmth to someone and risk having it thrown back in my face than be otherwise. Yes, I over-compensate. But I've seen the positive effect it can have, perfectly illustrated by someone at work who just deserved a little attention and love. And who is slowly begining to shine brilliantly.

In essence, the world throws us ALL enough curve balls without us adding to it. I'm lucky - I have so many breathtakingly beautiful and wonderful people in my life to support me and love me through everything. I'm going back to talking with one right now - he makes it all make sense just as I think it can't.