An End Of Prayers

The most personal of thoughts, the most painful of sufferings, the harshest of words ever heard are not for all to share. It could be shame, vulnerability, embarassment or even quiet strength because of which we, as humans, do not want to reveal; no matter how freeing or cathartic it becomes in the end, after you reveal your self to another.
One of the hardest and unpleasant of all lessons that we learn, no matter how young or old we are, is to never trust anyone. I've seen complete 'angels' shatter people's spirits and talk the most low and crude of filth. It's not their fault, it's just my stupidity and naivete, perhaps of youth or of simply putting faith in others that led me to this understanding. Or perhaps I never paid heed to the proverbial 'leopard not changing his spots' wisdom.
I am a complete non-believer in terms of eternal bliss, love, happiness and all things grand and foreign. Why should I believe? when everything we have can be snatched away in a moment's madness. Am not old and wise, but nor am I stupid and dumb. I havent seen the world but do have enough experiences to know that, all attempts end up bitter. There comes a time when after much praying and trying you know that nothing pretty ever happens, so you just stop wishing and praying altogether. After all this is the only reality to live by. Do not expect anything, and all that happens will hurt less or even not hurt at all.