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Glass Palace

It is very hard to pull yourself up after you commit a big mistake. First, there is regret that you did it. Second, there is this person to face who you have hurt immensely by your actions. You finally pull yourself out of it. I was lucky that I was helped by the very person I hurt. I also helped her come out of it. Or at least I thought so. 

When you are down there and if you think it is all right, then it is sheer arrogance. When you realize it is arrogance, you take this plunge in the absolutely abhorrent world of under confidence. As I told my once-very-good-friend, day before yesterday, that confidence based on arrogance is like a glass palace. I broke my glass palace last year. My pride and my confidence was broken down into a million pieces. It took me a long time to realize it. My performance in my personal and professional life convinced me that I was not the same person I was before my glass palace broke. In one way, it was good that I had the chance to build myself a house with a stronger foundation and walls. The flip side was that I am going to suffer continuously due to lack of confidence. I was offered help. I gladly took it. This person became a part of my foundation and thus I finally became dependent on someone. This person was the same person I had hurt. 

However, this had an effect I did not anticipate. The person also had a will of its own. The person was not living her life for the sole of supporting me. She had her own dreams and values. Most of these values I disagreed with. But I did share the dreams. Since this was the person I had hurt, it was an extremely risk-prone decision to take help. My past could haunt me again. But as they all say love is blind. I did not think twice before accepting help. I had starting trusting the person with my life.

Very slowly, I started the  reconstruction. There were few times I fell because of rain and thunder. However, the person kept telling me to move on. I was feeling good. I was changing. But there were times when the person did not like the way I was going about my work. The person started telling me the right way to do it. I disagreed. By foundation was weakening. I was weakening. 

I had build myself a very small house in this time. I wanted to build a castle over time. But my foundation is getting weak and I am on the verge of breaking down. Some days I feel I am already down flat on the ground. My parents who were looking forward to my building this house saw that I was falling down. They offered their help. I refused and still went to my old trusted person. This time there was a new pact. 

Today, my house has collapsed again. I was brought back to the same old past that I had tried to forget. I failed. At this junction, I am left with nothing but myself. I am apologising to my parents for not accepting their help. 

I wonder if I have the courage or the trust to go on. 

 

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