Truth

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them. ~Galileo Galilei

Nothing goes unsaid more than the thoughts we carry around in hope that someday a right time might accompany them. While we sort through those very thoughts of what could be; while we look for answers to questions we have yet to ask; while we search the dark places of our soul, one thing always finds itself rising to the top.

We bend it and break it. Its hard, tough, and real. We hide from it, we fight and struggle with it. It is often inconvenient, unavoidable and constant. Its unshakeable presence proves those listening can barely hear its soft whisper, yet at the same time loud enough to make it absolutely impossible to ignore. There are few things in this world as constant and few things have more influence upon our lives.

There’s something about truth that makes it, well, the truth. Its continually tugging at your coat tales, a frequent reminder of its unwavering existence. We sit determined to understand its purpose. To know why, or how, or by what means. It lingers in our character, reveals itself to our darker side. It doesn’t matter how we may suppress or keep it hidden. The truth will surface. its quite remarkable, beautiful, and truly phenomenal. Regardless what we think we want, or convinced ourself of certain needs, the truth in our character becomes unfailing, and grows louder as time passes. Because of its nature, the harder we try to disregard, the louder and more obvious it becomes. We must remain honest with ourselves, in our character, who we are made to be, and what we are to become.