Hate a friend
I know my friends have other friends as well.
I know they chat with other boys or girls they find attractive or sexy. I know they WhatsApp with so-called 'friends of friends' they've connected by selling my name. I know they send friend requests to people who post semi-nudes or provocative stories. I know they have relationships with others and pretend not to in front of me. I know they have their secrets. I don't hate them for that; that's who they are, and I'm okay with that. But I hate it when they lie about it. Lies my friend, I hate and I will continue to hate.
Even though I hate lies, I continue to listen to them with a smile because it feels good. Yet, deep in my heart, I know I'm no saint. I do similar things, or maybe even worse. But, I know I am no liar either. That I know for sure.
Over time, I've learned that if someone can make me smile, they can also make me cry. When we treat someone as special or important (yeah, that's the word I was searching for), we start to have expectations from them. These expectations are often for the same importance from them or it can be about their time or something else. But, these expectations are the killers of joy. No expectations I had never gone without giving disappointment
It's easy to say, "Have no expectations on anyone," but it's not entirely possible. We are born with expectations; we expect our mothers to feed us when we're hungry. That's just a part of who we are. Instead, acceptance is the key. Accept that is who they are. Accept not everyone have to live by your principles. Let them have their fun. Let them send nudes to those random friends. Let them discuss poetry with a so-called friend. Let them go to provocative movies with a new white-skinned friend. Let them be fish for someone’s hook. But, my friend, never ever let them change you.
What I know is that you can only treat everyone the same so you can love everyone the same. Hate, my friend, is the heaviest of outfits to wear today or any day.
