Really

How come we can get stabbed in the back so many times and never feel the pain? How could we become so cold, so 'strong' and so... indifferent to everything that happens around us.
Looks like we have never grown up. We still play. We still act. We still pretend.
How many times did they ask you 'how are you', you answered them, and then they said 'no really, how are you?'. Is it because we're scared of telling people how we really feel? Is it because we don't want them to see that we, as human beings, still have our weaknesses? Or is it because we got so used to acting things out that we can't even tell the difference between the real feelings and fake feelings?
People lie to us, we lie to others. It's so normal nowadays. But why is 'lie' our second nature? We even lie to make somebody feel better, to even somebody's life. Looks like 'lie' has become the weapon of 21st century.
And I could ask you many, many questions to which you could answer many, many things, but still in the end, I'd repeat the question and add 'really' at the end of it, just to make you stop and think. To make sure YOU are sure of the answer. But of course, the most important of all questions I could ask you is:
Are you happy?
I mean...REALLY?

Freedom, magic and mental issues

Ok, I haven't been posting anything that made sense in a while. I guess I just needed time to get myself together once again. Not, that I've been in deep depression for all this time, but... I just needed a rest from writing, try to understand. Not that you missed my or anything, but anyway.
Sometimes, it takes longer than we expected to get over some things. It's not about a love issue, or maybe it is, but not the kind of love you may think it is. I DON'T DO male-female love. It's not my thing, as I said before- my wallet isn't designed for that kind of things. I missed a friend. I've mentioned that before as well.
So, many of you may say that time is a greedy thing. A selfish bitch that decides to take precious little details from your memory and keep it for itself, but oh, look at the other thing that 'greedy, selfish bitch' does. Not always it takes the good stuff from us. It may also take pain, frustration and sorrow from us. I realised that only few days ago.
I made a deal with time. I gave him the bad things, he gave me back only the good stuff I missed, and needed the most. I never wanted to think bad about the good, but sometimes you just can't keep the positive thinking by your side. Sometimes you just gotta let go, stop, drown in the ocean of your selfish, masochistic thoughts, then rearrange them, just as you do with furniture in your room, and close them. Lock the door and just leave. Try not to come back to them. Never to open that door again, but as I said, it's almost impossible to do.
Now, I'm left with the good things on my own. But only because something is considered to be good, does it mean it's actually good?
As Sogyal Rinpoche said it's the good things that usually bring obstacles to our lives.
Is he right?