I don’t expect the world to think as I do. I don’t expect people to behave as I do. I don’t expect to understand the madness that is living.
But I wish I could expect authenticity. Truth. Realness. Transparency.
It almost as if the truth were malleable. It’s almost as if the truth were irrelevant. It’s almost as if it isn’ convenient. Like it’s become a burden.
Within deception lies the underpinnings of all of the worlds atrocities.
I’d rather lay it all bare to see. All of it. Let the sun shine on it all. Bring it all out to see. Let’s lay claim to the truth and learn to live with it. Shan’t we?
There is no price not worth paying for true freedom.