To be truthful, you must first be honest about your truth. Your actions, your words, and your body language are all about you. No one else can see the truth within you.
Truth also has to be earned. To be honest, you need to know what you mean by it and feel the pain that comes with it. And to feel the pain, you need to feel the truth.
I’m always amazed by people who lie about their personal values. It’s so easy to pick up a dictionary and type in “tolerance” and find out that they’re talking about tolerance for all kinds of things. While that may be part of our culture, it’s really not what it’s about. It’s about feeling the truth in all of it, including your choices.
You can also get away with some of the stupid stuff that people are saying. Some of them say that they were born to be smart and smart-ass but that it was because they were stupid. They’re still stupid too.
Yeah, its not that your values have changed, but that you feel the truth in all of them.
This is in no way a lie. In fact, it is the truth that is your own. It is your only self. You can’t tell the truth if someone doesn’t actually know it. You can only make it real when you know it. But you can’t pretend it exists. The truth is your own.
In a lie, you dont just make up your own lie. It’s the truth that is the truth. You cannot tell the truth if you dont know it. It is not your fault if someone you cant trust is lying. You cant help if someone doesnt. But you cant help when you dont know it. It doesnt even matter to you what its called. It has a name.
My parents were not completely honest with me when I was younger. I mean, they were always telling me that I was getting older, or that I needed to stop smoking. But they were also lying to me. They were telling me that they were going to die. And the time when I was getting older, they were getting older. They were in their 80s, and they were getting older. Their bodies were getting older and older and older.
At first I was shocked by how old they looked, because I thought they were exaggerating their age. But what caught my attention was how little they were exaggerating it. They were all still very young, but they had actually become older than their bodies.
I was also shocked by how much older I felt as well. I felt like they were getting older quicker than I was. But I also could feel how much younger I was becoming. And when I think back on all the time they spent worrying about what will happen to them in the afterlife, I wonder if I’m not growing up as fast as they are.