Finally

I finally understood.

Not everybody can understand us. Just a handful that really do. The rest of it just pretending or think they know us, but they don’t. Not really. Or they just have glimpses of whoever we are. Some of us just saw the mere reflection of the inner self, of who we really are.

The truth is complicated. And life makes it more twisted and delicate. It also a process to learn and to know who we really are. And the person around us. Who is real and who is not.

Somehow, some thing better leave unsaid.

Well, that’s life.