The older I get, the harder it is to talk about the things nobody wants to talk hear. When I was younger, I would just blurt it out, uncontrollably, in any situation no matter how untactful or rash. It was unstoppable, the truth HAD to come out and I wasn’t one to stop it. It was an exciting rush to let the truth unfurl with all it’s wrath. But just because it’s true, doesn’t mean it’s nice.
These days, I’ve had to learn the hard way how to bite my tongue for the well being of everyone, but especially myself. A sense of protection in a world where nobody wants to hear the truth, they just want to live happily ever after in their oblivion. It’s not that I can ignore the truth… it always stares you blindly in the eye, bright as white, unable to look away as it slowly destroys your vision to a blurry hue. The truth still sticks out like the elephant in the room. The same one everyone refuses to talk about, but we all know it’s there. Truth is a funny thing. Relative. Variable. Depending on which side of the line you are on, the results change. How do we know if something is true? I am writing my truth now, but it may disagree with your truth. Does the truth meet in the middle somewhere?
photo by: IMagery
Matt Diamond Photography
MUAH: Mandy
Matt Diamond Photography
MUAH: Mandy
