Perhaps we're wired that way. We expect too much from those who mean a lot to us. We expect to have them bear with us when we're too demanding, hold us closer when we're too fragile, and accept us when we fail, pull us up when we trip.
Perhaps they don't succeed all the time. Perhaps they pull through tough times only to give up in the end, perhaps this whole life is damned, as our Prophet said, (except for a scientist, a knowledge seeker and a rememberer of Allah)
I know we should accept the fact that everyone fails, and that we should NEVER expect anything from anyone, that we should turn to Allah all the time, and that our tears should be well hidden from those around us, for at the end of the day everyone cares solely for themselves and no matter how caring you are for someone, you still put your priorities first.
I don't know why I'm jotting this down, but the luminous laptop screen and the deserted apartment along with a few recent occurrences seem to put me in such a devastating state...I should turn to Him, I am trying I swear I am...Ya Rab.
