How is it that I can live so long and stay so stupid? Do you ever feel that way? I have an amazing "ah-ha" these past few days. It is about truth - what is a person's truth? Can truth be situational? Sometimes people are raised to say whatever is needed to survive . . . to fit the situation. I just now realized that no matter what anyone says (even a parent) it might be their truth at that time, but it doesn't have to be mine. I am the holder of my own truth. How did it take me this long to figure that out? I feel sad, but strong.
"Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters." Albert Einstein