Truth is Beauty

The truth is, sometimes I feel small.  The truth is, sometimes I don’t think I have anything of use to share with the world.  The truth, is I’m afraid that people will blame me. The truth is, I’m afraid.  Yes, this is uncharted territory for me.  Writing from a personal place, not a story i made up, but the story of me.   The truth is, I’m doing it despite my fears.  The truth is, I know better than to believe everything I think.   I hope I can help you in some way, even if it’s just to know that you aren’t alone on this journey called being a human being.  Amongst a slew a roles I take on, I am someone who is willing to be accountable for everything that happens to me, even the things that seem completely random or like they have no real connection to me.  The truth is, everything is connected.   I’m willing to see the lessons that constantly surround me, and now, I’m willing to share.  The truth is, sometimes I feel like I am going to burst unless I do.  The truth is, this is My truth, which may change or deepen as I grow, and I will always be growing.  Grow or die.  I refuse to be the walking dead.  The truth is, it’s not the truth that hurts.  It’s the realization that we’ve been slowly killing ourselves with lies- that’s what hurts.  And here’s why truth is beauty.  When we feel the truth and when we tell the truth, we are free, REALLY free.  And freedom, my friends, is a beautiful thing.

Beauty is truth; truth beauty—-that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

-some really dead guy named John Keats

(the phrase that’s been pounding in my skull since I read it as a young twenty something undergrad in Romantic poetry class, oh so many moons ago)

oh, and a shout out to ma sistah:

The truth shall set you free!

-Anne of Green Gables

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