Hurt

On Instagram, I have a goal—to encourage and to help people look at life from a Higher perspective. Yet, let me, in this post, simply be vulnerable.

Sigh.

Alright.

It hurts when my supposedly close group of friends, ones whom I spent a whole year growing close to, forgot me in two significant events, simply because I moved on from Ablaze to NS while the rest, as much as they should have followed me, chose to "stay back". I question their reasons, but that is irrelevant here. Even last Friday they held a birthday celebration for our junior, and apparently I was not notified. It just so happened that all the non-NS people were there. Of course, by then I've already learnt to accept exclusion and move on with life, and while I'm nonlonger hurt, I still remember the time that I was.

Childish it may be, it is not something I'll easily forget. This has made me erect yet another wall in dealing with people, to guard my heart maybe too much at the expense of trusting people. Is there any human I trust, aside from Jesus?

He who has ears, let him hear.

He who has eyes, let him read.

He who has a mind, let him think.