I'd Rather Have the Truth, No Matter How Hard
The truth hurts... but dishonesty hurts more.
I know many will disagree with that statement, but I am sure that just as many will agree. The choice between a painful truth and blissful ignorance is often a difficult one, but it is a choice we all must make at some point in our lives. There is no right or wrong choice either... it all comes down to what you as a person value more; truth or comfort.
A week ago, I found myself at this crossroads again. I found myself at the mercy of reality again and had to a make the choice; Do I deny the truth in order to maintain my illusory world? Or do I seek out the truth, knowing that it very well might destroy me? I chose the brutal truth.
The truth was merciless, as always. But I accepted it. And in just one week it nearly destroyed me. But I was relieved to have it. I needed to know. The deception and denial was causing too much uncertainty... and that level of uncertainty was just as likely to break me as any hard truth was.
What is done is done however. I learned the truth, and I can never unlearn it. It will always be with me - haunting me. But I stand by my decision; I believe there is a definite advantage in knowing the cold, hard facts. Knowledge is power. Acceptance is power. Suffering is power. And if you are strong enough to survive the brutality of the uncensored truth..., then that is power too.
I'd always rather have the truth, no matter how hard. There is a certain degree of power in knowing. Even if it means knowing that you are on your way down. Even if the truth is what ultimately paves your way down...
I know many will disagree with that statement, but I am sure that just as many will agree. The choice between a painful truth and blissful ignorance is often a difficult one, but it is a choice we all must make at some point in our lives. There is no right or wrong choice either... it all comes down to what you as a person value more; truth or comfort.
A week ago, I found myself at this crossroads again. I found myself at the mercy of reality again and had to a make the choice; Do I deny the truth in order to maintain my illusory world? Or do I seek out the truth, knowing that it very well might destroy me? I chose the brutal truth.
The truth was merciless, as always. But I accepted it. And in just one week it nearly destroyed me. But I was relieved to have it. I needed to know. The deception and denial was causing too much uncertainty... and that level of uncertainty was just as likely to break me as any hard truth was.
What is done is done however. I learned the truth, and I can never unlearn it. It will always be with me - haunting me. But I stand by my decision; I believe there is a definite advantage in knowing the cold, hard facts. Knowledge is power. Acceptance is power. Suffering is power. And if you are strong enough to survive the brutality of the uncensored truth..., then that is power too.
I'd always rather have the truth, no matter how hard. There is a certain degree of power in knowing. Even if it means knowing that you are on your way down. Even if the truth is what ultimately paves your way down...
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