Facts & Fiction: Here's a Fact

People are like water.

They come to pass.

Like water, some may seem so similar and identifying the difference would be almost impossible. Remember, the difference is in their pH level.

There'll be a point in time when you'll question the validity and intentions of those around you. Everything would seem like a repetition of the same ol' thing and you'll question the point of making valuable relationships.

Trust would become difficult, if not impossible. Then, you'll decide to join in the game thereby creating an endless round of ‘cruise.’

This note isn't to assure you that there's someone out there for you.

There's no way I'd know that.

Neither is it to warn you against creating a chain of pain that would never end.

I'm sure you know that already.

The best I can do is say;

Check the values of those around you, ensure they are in-line with yours and decide on which one is healthy for you.

pH levels determine whether a water is safe to drink or not.

Healthy for you doesn't mean healthy for me.

We're like water, afterall.

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