Friday, 12 August 2011
There is perhaps nothing so distressing to the human soul as a broken promise. It certainly has potential to cut deeply and leave a trail of emotional wreckage behind.
I am a firm believer in keeping promises. If you say you are going to do something, do it. If you make a promise, make it sincerely. If you know you might break it, don’t make it.
There are many kinds of promises ranging from the promise equivalent of the little white lie to a promise of such magnitude that it can change lives.
Today I have witnessed a mid-range broken promise. It was not at the more insignificant end of the promise scale and did not have potential to cause detrimental effect. It would have made someone’s life a little easier and taken some of the tedium out of a situation. The broken promise has perhaps not greatly affected the person’s everyday working life, but it has left a far greater mark of disappointment akin to the irritating sugar coating on your teeth after an indulgent dessert.
It seems every broken promise leaves behind a little more than is visible on the surface and ends with a stab of broken hope.