People are variables like an x or y term in mathematics. Its nature can vary and take any value as time passes.

In my life almost everyone was trustworthy for me. I didn’t untrust anyone or I didn’t think much of my trust being broken by them. I was so relaxed that the world was so gorgeous for me.

Now, looking back I know I was in an illusionary world.

Maybe I am a little more grown up now. And hence while accepting the bitter truth that ‘not all are trustworthy’, the stress and strain also raises up…How ironical it is..

Is it like when we grew older, the worries of trust being broken also grows?

But one thing is quite sure;

If my trust has been betrayed once, no second chance would be given.