Memory plays such games with our minds.
I'm not sure if it's our own wishes and
desires that make this so, or perhaps it's
our subconscious rewriting history to
make us more comfortable with our own
actions. In a recent familial gathering,
I found that several of us had our own
account of the same event. Strange, very
strange indeed. This leads me to question
truth. Truth is supposed to be impervious
to change, yet each of us seem to have our
own truth. Or perhaps, I'm mixing up truth
with point of view. Me thinks what this
boils down to for me is: 1) Be damn careful
with judgement calls; it is point of view
after all. 2) Recognize that truth is indeed
personal. It is imperative that although
personal, it MUST remain honest. Real
truth vs. Wizard of Oz, if you will.
off with the blinders
seeking truth and honesty
singing my own song
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