It's Easy To Become A Liar...

When it's hard to tell the truth...

Lies are told every day. Some lies are told all day long. I like to believe that I am a pretty honest person but even I have told a lie or few in my lifetime.

The older I become, the more guarded I tend to find myself. It's sad and funny at the same time. Sad because no one in their lifetime should ever feel that good intentions within people no longer exist. Funny because the more open I become with my writing, the more I seem to let my guard down with allowing people a glimpse into my life.

Lately, however, it seems that I keep going over my relationships with people. The positive ones and the negative ones; even the ones that are just "there". I keep finding myself focusing on the words of these people. On the promises kept and the promises broken. Anyone that knows me knows how serious I take a promise.

Promises to me are in a sense like a guarantee that you are a person of your word. It shows me that I can truly trust you and even though that might not make sense to some, it makes sense to me. If you cannot prove to me to be a person of your word then technically you are nothing but a liar as far as I am concerned. I think that's what truly bothers me the most; the very people that I thought I could trust without a doubt, turned out to be the biggest liars of all...

Trust is fragile; once it's been damaged, it's hard to make new again...