Promise.

Sometimes, I despise promises. Not because they say they’re meant to be broken, but, because they are synonymous with obligations and compulsions. Can’t faith be a promise in itself? Can’t we not be fooled by promises, false or not, and live our relations as they evolve? I’m not talking about the promises made by politicians or oaths taken at a wedding. I’m just talking about plain, simple words which are transformed into something more. A promise. But does it deserve the respect it gets? This mirage? This word ‘promise’. When we’re humans and it’s near to possible to keep them, why make them? Why not keep faith and conviction as the unspoken promises? Because I’d really like to know how many of you actually kept a promise

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