There are times when you stick your neck out for people in your life, knowing all to well that in the end they will probably never appreciate it, or become so confident in their self superiority that they didn’t ever need you in the first place. It is these people who tend to fall on their face and never recover. I know such people, those who I have helped in unbelievable ways. But there comes a moment where these people have a choice: Defend the integrity of the friend because it is the right thing to do, or add to the chaos because it is easier and feels more rewarding in that fleeting moment.
Friends defend friends, especially when the friend has saved their ass countless times and brought them to a more successful spot in life. I should feel shame for helping these kinds of people, but I don’t because no matter the betrayal after the fact, the intentions on making them better are much more rewarding then the reality of what they have done. I only hope these people find their way again, realize what they did and in the end do the right thing to salvage their own soul. Because once you betray a friend it tends to haunt you forever, and more often then not, it comes back to bite you long after the dust has settled.
“Only yesterday I was no different than them, yet I was saved. I am explaining to you the way of life of a people who say every sort of wicked thing about me because I sacrificed their friendship to gain my own soul. I left the dark paths of their duplicity and turned my eyes toward the light where there is salvation, truth, and justice. They have exiled me now from their society, yet I am content. Mankind only exiles the one whose large spirit rebels against injustice and tyranny. He who does not prefer exile to servility is not free in the true and necessary sense of freedom.”