There are times when facing the bare naked truth is just not appropriate. Do I really want to know…..? No. I don’t. I would much rather imagine and live slightly below the surface. Besides, my heart hangs out on my sleeve….oh, who I am kidding, I am basically a person turned inside out. The truth and all it’s jabby barbs are not always welcome. Besides, I believe there is almost always room for interpretation.
So many people are just doing their job. The “truth” they tell you may be loaded with ulterior motives, (politics) (health system) (law) (business)…. it is rarely the result of a thoughtful analysis….reality or possibilities aside.
Did they really just say, “I can’t.” Is that the truth? So says you. I say, hmpf, watch me.
belief, repetition and decibels
do not create truth.
On a lighter note, my daughter told me there is no such thing as seeing the gas tank as “a little full” when it is clearly almost empty. Wise little thing. My silly optimism does not always translate well…..and that’s the truth.
(note- we did not run out of gas….but I did pull into the nearest gas station after her cute observation)