What color is your world?

How fucking much can it hurt, when you think you have something and then you realized you don't?
When you're so sure everything is inside your hands, but when you open them you find out they're empty?
They tell you never to consider something yours, when it isn't. Never to cage things that weren't yours in the first place.
But what if they were? What if they were one of the few possessions you had, and then someone came out of the blue and tore them out of you?
No warning, no excuse. They just took, and took, and took more until there was nothing left to steal.

What do you do to that? How are you supposed to react?
Are you supposed to be superior, and not care at all about what was taken from you, or should you react? Should you try to get them back?
Should you realize they weren't so important anymore, or should you be, not angry, but rather disappointed, in how they were stolen?
Who said disappointment is none other than "the feeling you get when someone doesn't do for you what you would do for that person anytime", was dead-right. It's just that people expect too much. Some people are too good to be bad. They see the world in bright colors, and they expect others to be like them. They can't conceive how would anyone else see it differently. Well they do.
There are colors, and my world is one color, and yours is another one.
Then there's those people who see their world so bright, but then they hit dead-straight in darkness, and they decide to paint their world black or someone else splashes black paint on it for them.
And then it's done.
How do you come back from that?
But I guess I'm babbling, and I'm the only one who's really getting what I'm aiming at.
Conclusion of this post is that I'm pissed, but actually I'm just disappointed, and yeah. People suck. Big time. But not always.