How many times do we have to be told something before the true message starts to become clear? How many times do we have to be pushed away before we realize we’re not wanted? How many times to we have to be left standing alone to realize that we’re alone? As many times as it needs until we see nothing but the truth.
Now if you asked, “Why does it take so many times?” That’s a different question, and the answer is as unique as we are individual. But I think the sum of the answer lay somewhere in the hopes we’ve personally built within ourselves, even if they’re lies.
Simply put. We can lie to ourselves; believe things, situations, and emotions are what we hope. But, until we dash those false hopes, and there’s not a strand or minute evidence they still exist, we will desperately cling to them and to the fantasy they provide. Then everything we see, hear, feel, or understand is filtered through that lie and it causes us to become confused… become fools.
Discovering the truth can be very painful. Not only because we realize we built a false ideal in our minds, but that we’ve acted on it, supported it, and gave the best parts of ourselves to it… all for naught. The biggest part of the pain is because we realize we were fools.
When we reach that part, we are left with the decision of now what to do with the message we so clearly didn’t see before; unfiltered; unmasked; without false hope. How can we ever be sure ANY part of what is left isn’t also false? How can we possibly trust our decision-making process when it clearly failed us before?
I don’t know the answer. I wish I did. I just know me – and when I know I’ve been a fool I get hurt. But soon hurt turns to anger, anger turns to bitterness, and bitterness turns to indifference… unless I discover how to forgive – me for being a fool.
Till next time,