How quickly we lose our tenuous grasp on the things that used to seem so simple. How fleetly we relinquish our grip. How easily we let go of the reins only to watch those reins get wrapped up in the wheels of the coach we struggle to maintain control of as we steer ourselves into our future.
In those rare moments in our lives, in the moments when we think we can marginally and genuinely separate the good from the bad, the truth will always do its best to expedite that process. We are fools to think that we can fool ourselves. And although good and bad are formidable opponents, the truth will always come out the victor.
Knowing our truth may sometimes feel like nothing more than a burden. We may carry it with us, hidden under a shroud of secrecy, hoping that it remains hidden…
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