Line between trust & truth

There are dreams, then there are desires and then there is reality. 

When I look back I see myself chasing something that has never been. An imaginary oasis that I have been chasing for half of my life – detouring multiple times because I was thirsty and it felt that reaching that oasis was the only way I could quench my thirst. Now that I have almost arrived at the seeming oasis, I realized there is none and what I took to be the source of my rejuvenation was a part of the same arid desert.

It was the shelter I was looking for after walking so long in the blazing sun, it was the respite I wanted, before I commence my next journey. It feels more dejected and heartbroken than ever before - being abraded at the only open wound I had, being led on in the hope of a destination.  Little did I realize that this destination would open me up to a lonely, cruel, ever stretching uncertainty - the bounds of which my eyes cannot gauge, the difficulties my mind cannot measure, the pain and hardships my heart cannot weigh.

I had tread difficult roads, have gathered a lot of dust on the way, the taint that the dust had on me was not the colour I was born with, neither was it the colour of my heart - my heart is still red, as red as my untainted blood; is still pure, as pure as true love. Then why was I judged, why did they not choose to see me without the dust? Why did they let me in and threw me out like I was only dust and never meant anything else. 

Human minds are proving to be more complicated than I ever thought them to be. I failed to notice the dangerous undercurrents, failed to save myself from stepping into the quick sand. Did I already fall prey to a conspiracy, are the ones I have trusted more playing a dirty prank on me - just to laugh at the me in the end? Whom do I trust, why can I see multiple faces opening up infront of me layer by layer and each layer looks  more scary and brutal than the other.