Here’s the cold, hard truth that I’ve been hiding from myself: my faith in the good of humanity blinds my perception of reality.
I can sincerely say that I’m an optimistic person. I don’t burden myself with negative thoughts as the gravity of it all weighs too heavily over my heart. I filter unfavorable notions in distaste of tainting my present. I fear that by acknowledging a distressing thought, it will transform into being. My one track mind focuses on the good, and relinquishes that which will cloud my truth.
You might think my optimism is at the service of my rose colored glasses. Truthfully, I’d be foolish not to acknowledge that. I write to you with a honest heart as my focus spirals at a hundred thoughts per minute.
I’ve realized this, that my truth is exactly what I speak into existence. I’ve tailored myself to believe wholeheartedly that people are good. Their intentions are pure. That people are true, and that their moral compass will at least lead them to the truth. Yet it’s a catch 22, my idea of truth is exactly what I’ve been censoring from myself to understand.
Everyone’s truth is exactly theirs. I’ve been allowing my longing for idealism mask my reality into my individual truth. I charade with this facade, undermining what is in front of me from influencing my conscious. I’ve learned in actuality that it’s too late to place a wager if you can’t recognize when you’ve shown all your cards.
I write to you – yours, truthfully – in appreciation of the cold, hard truth. I will always remain optimistic, but I won’t fall in disillusionment of my idealization. I won’t dodge trust and expectations, but understand how people are as good as their intentions are pure. Ultimately, everyone wants to be successful. Everyone wants to be the their best. This is the truth as I see it.
Be that as it may, it’s merely my perception.
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