The Wall

When we were a child, our parents build walls around us to protect us. They told us not to touch the caterpillar because it might itchy and you’ll suffer skin rash for weeks; you’re not allowed to eat the soil because it definitely unhygienic and you cannot kicks a dog because it might chase you.
When we growing up, we start to experience things and build our own wall based on the foundation our parents created. We build it when we fall from trees, when the dog bite us, or when the driver shouting at us with nasty language because we cross the street carelessly. And then wall became higher and thicker when someone stabs us from behind, when someone cheated on us, when we were fooled and betrayed.
Years passing by and without even realizing it, sometimes we build the wall too high and too thick so no one outside can see through us or even takes a peek. At first we comfortable with it: we feel strong and confident, no one able to hurt us. They don’t even able to touch us. But then, at some point, we realize that we are alone behind the wall, but yet too afraid to open the door because people might see our weakness and use it against us. And when it happen we might hurt deeply or even crushed into pieces. Because we know the one that hurt us the most is the one we love the most…
And although we know there’s no coming back, our biggest fear is that we will never be able to collect the pieces and be as strong as we were before.