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Hypocrites… Hypocrisy… Sounds familiar? What are these words anyway?
They are said to mean insincerity, in terms of friendship, people who practise this are just not worth to call friends. But on the other hand, could one just end a friendship like that based on insincere incidents?

In friendships, none of it will be perfect. Don't expect it to be, because friendships are formed by acts of human, and no humans are perfect too. A true friend is hard to get, personally, I do not believe in it, though I do think that we can very often get good friends coming in and out of our lives.

Friends are meant to be remembered and appreciated. There are times when you give, and at other times, you take, never ever be one sided about this philosophy, because maybe that is how friendships go wrong. It never feels nice to always keep giving without receiving anything back. This is human nature, one tends to feel the strains of the 'friendship' when one is the only one on the giving side, that is when acts of hypocrisy may occur, or the one on the receiving side will just lose one of most beautiful relationship a friend can get.

For me, it does not hurt that much to criticise others once in a while, That is how others improve themselves. But it is bad to talk bad about someone, as in really degrading them, behind their backs while acting like you are their best friend while mingling with them. So, a dose of hypocrisy, anyone? I doubt it…

 


So many blessings to count,
But sorrow triumphs once more,
Tears flow when no one knows,
Muffled sobs no one notices,
But relief nowhere in sight.

Sweet, cheerful on the surface,
Just beneath… empty.

Best friends left behind,
Heart choked with loneliness,
Clinging; a burden
To the one pillar of support.

Words of advice uttered,
Comforting…for the moment.

I used to be somebody,
Everyone knew, everyone turn to,
Now just one in the shadows,
My own fault, true.

Is this how life will be?
Will time bring more change?
Change for the better?

But true friendship is formed slowly,
Drop by drop,
'Til the heart runs over.

Another Droplet