When the Rose-colored Glasses Come Off

One day, the rosy veil falls from your eyes, and you begin to see people not as you wish to see them, but as they truly are. All masks fall from faces, you hardly listen to their speeches because you can clearly hear how their hearts speak. It’s not always pleasant, I tell you. It's much more convenient to justify every unpleasant act of a person with their difficult past while continuing to consider this person as the most worthy of the worthy. It’s not always easy to understand how mistaken you were about someone, having been diligently drawing a shining halo above their head. Yet it’s always very sad – because you can no longer be enchanted by people, knowing WHAT lurks in their souls, deformed by time and life.