That initially devastating realization that YOU are all you have. You are who you can rely on, trust and bank on. At some point or the other in life, every single person you thought you had, you assumed understood you, and had faith in you, lets you down and you find you are deserted, with not one person who can fully understand you, to turn to. However much you think there are people around, that love you and you thought could read you, inside-out, there are times when misunderstandings creep in, things turn awry, and you cannot for the life of you, stop thinking how baseless the pleasant thought-turned-myth has been. The sooner you realize that you are your only true friend, and that nobody (nobody in the whole wide world) can understand you, your actions, and your inner self better than you do, the better. And it becomes easier for you to take the jolts life can (and does) give you, to forgive, forget and to let go. You are insulated, protected and shielded. Yes, you'd be hurt. You are only human. But you are prepared and so, not mind-wrecked. You now know you have you, only you, and you have always been there, with you, for you, no matter what.
You realize, you smile, and a tear rolls down. Down your cheek, and it disappears. It had to! And you smile again. Tranquil and peaceful.
