Truth…some say it can set you free. But does it really? I’m
an overly honest person, it’s not that I don’t ever screw up, I do, I just tend
to own my screw ups. I also give my opinions freely, which some people don’t
always appreciate. Go figure.
So, when asked a question, I will always give you an honest
answer. I figure if you can’t handle the truth, you wouldn't ask. So why is it
that we ask certain questions that may have answers we don’t necessarily want
to hear? Curiosity? Insecurity? Stupidity?
I think in the past, I would have pouted and been all
butt-hurt. Now, I realize the fault was mine and mine alone. Honesty should
never be punished. I respect that fact. It doesn't change the pain that honesty
caused.
I think I've grown substantially (obviously I still have a
lot to learn) in the last few years. I can look back and clearly see why I've done things the way I did. I don’t have any regrets. Not a one. Everything
happened the way it was supposed to. Living life can often be a messy business.
But at least I’m living, not just existing any more. I spent too much of my
adult life doing just that.
So you take the good with the bad. Feelings make you know
you’re alive; whether it’s love, hate, anger, hurt or forgiveness. I can also
say without any reservation, one person’s honesty has no bearing on how I may
or may not feel. I feel because I do…not because I’m influenced by anyone or
anything. Some days I wish it wasn't that way, but I've learned to accept and
even embrace the fact that I'm a very emotion-based creature. And I’m okay
with that. It’s better than being emotionally dead inside. That’s no way to
live.
No comments:
Post a Comment