March 11, 2013

  • It seems to me that the older I get the more important honesty is to me. What I find odd is that it's not the honesty of other people that matters tome, but my own. Oh, sure, it hurts when someone I've trusted isn't honest, but it's not like what they do, or don't do, is going to kill me, well, at least I hope not. Basically, I've come to expect people to be dishonest far more often than not.

    I guess what bothers me now is looking back at all the lies I convinced myself to be true that kept me from changing my life, that have kept me from letting go of things, or turned me away from chances to do and learn things I always said I wanted to.

    "What might have been..."

    It's a sad thing, that thought, one that can drag any of down into the pits of despair.

    But it's also another lie. And one thing is true above almost everything else, we humans are experts at lies.