Even empty promises fill the blanks

Every day it is the same thing, we walk by town and see couples kissing and making promises to each other, politicians in the first page saying things are about to change, and we think to ourselves “There’s a bunch of empty words”.

No matter where you’re going no matter where you came from, you will always hear unrealistic promises, impossible love sewers, false testimony of ability and hyperbolas, between other things. This is like taxes, it’s impossible to escape it. But never mind those empty words; do think instead about, what is your judgment?

When you hear someone telling his\her lover that he\she will love her\him forever, what do you think to yourself? (Please don’t go saying “Oh! I think it’s very romantic, and I would love to have someone to tell me that” because even “Fuck you! You promiscuous slut, I should burn your intestines and serve them to your dog, you bastard” can be romantic if said in the right moment and with the right preparation) Do you think, bastard\bitch is lying to his\her face and he\she is eating it up poor child? Or how wonderful, jeez they clearly were made to each other, I just wish good luck for both, I’m happy for them.

(If you choose the second option you are clearly lying and should exclude yourself from reading the next part of the post for moral reasons.)

You never thought how happy either of the intervenient are? The one promising the impossible is happy, because he\she just promised the world and got it back, with a gesture from the other end (a kiss, a smile, a nod…). The other is happy for the empty promised he\she heard, and for the three seconds that it made him\her smile\dream\imagining, and rewards those kind words with the simplicity of a kiss, a smile, a nod…

“Is better to hear a fake love promise, than to never hear from love at all.”

Hearing empty promises is good for your health, because you dream for two\three seconds and the world stops, in that moment you that it’s all going to go better from now on, because of those words.

“Even if it isn’t true tell me you love me.”

There’s something more I’d like to say. Every week I go to church, and people ask me if I’m a true believer, I answer no, the next pop-upped question is “Then why do you go?” And I have to say that no true believer goes to church (except the priest, of course), only non-believers go in search for the contact, the proof that God exists, we ask for salvation, forgiveness, and help. If we were true believers we would know that we are saved, we would have no reason to be forgiven for, and no help to ask just to offer. The celebration that goes inside a church is search for the belief, and because belief is an important part of our journey here on earth, I suggest that you pray at least once a month.
John Scar Kramer