Naivete

I believed if you were good at heart, meant nobody any harm and went about your life peacefully, you would be fine, that you would be -- if I can allow myself to say it -- happy.

I believed that love could never hurt, that it would never shrink the heart, that it was the most beautiful emotion in the world.

I believed that if you found what you loved doing, you never had to work a single day in your life, that you would relish getting up from bed and facing the world head on.

I believed that the world was a lovely place to be in, that people were mostly good at heart and believed in a honest life well lived.

I believed in myself, that no matter what, I would always overcome and triumph.

Now I know.