Vision

It's not always easy to be the person who is last to know. 

To play deaf and blind even if you know what's really happening but you have that ability to just let it go but then you appeared naive to some and even thought of, as stupid or worst coward.

If it's cowardice to let go of all those childish retorts from other people. Those who heard something and misquoted you and there was no clarification that followed but judgment and malicious partakes instead. Like you feel the stolen glances from people. The unspoken agreement and judgments. 

You feel the intensity. You feel maligned. You have the urge to rebutt. To defend yourself. Your mind is telling you stories of what have beens and assumptions of what went wrong but then, you keep your mouth shut. 

This is no difference to a 16 year of friendship you turned your back from. This is only few months of pleasing a person who played the role of Mufasa, the king. The green monster was awakened again and the story rolled in redundancy and you were disturbed. Few minutes. Few days. But the peace never left you and you were still gifted with lullabys even if the outer sphere is chaotic. 

You know the core of this drama. But then the monster has ate up so much that it caused havoc and it continues to crawl to skin of weaker founded walls. Waved. Wobbled. Cracked. Damaged. Sad, wreaked.

It seems it has never reached a wise man's ears or someone who could stood up for you and stop the damages the foul mouth is causing. 

Somebody had spilled the beans and wrongly spelled the bean. And as long as there are ears who love gossip and sing praises to idols, this will continue to erode and flaw the tranquility of small minds.

This is not the first of this case. Before you were denounced, you walked on the alley of beauty queens, you also unknowingly given the diadem of naif and you fought like a soldier for Mufasa, remember?

During a war with creepers you were a loyal soldier who carried the scepter of the king and sniffed his fart all the way until you were lashed by the same scepter you once enjoyed the weight. 

In this world, do not assume of loyalty. 

Everybody uses everybody. 

Until you finally recognize what ego is. 

For now, deal with the chaos.

Deal with the gossip.

Deal with peabrains. 

Next time, vulture will take over and the table will turn, to Mufasa's reality. 

To Mufasa's awakening.

To Mufasa's gag. 

To Mufasa's healing. 

Namaste!