Sincerity

I like the truth. I'm a big fucking fan of being honest with people. Yes, like everyone, I have had my moments of deceit; moments that I now regret. But, on the whole, I try to let people know where I stand. I try to be honest and upfront. If I don't like you, you generally know why; and, if I like you, I hope that I've made that clear at one point or another. I let people know my intentions. I try not to hide my reasoning.

What is so terrible about this concept? Why can't we be clear with each other. Instead, we sit in the faded shadows of indecision. I want to know why we, as humans, can't give each other the most solid sign of respect I know, the gift of truth. I don't mean truth in the legal sense. That kind of truth can be bent, can be rationalized. What I refer to is the truth of the soul, the truth of intention. I want us to be able to provide each other with the deep honesty of character that we can build a society upon. Honesty won't make us all like each other, but it will allow us to really find the people that we fit with. Why do we hide ourselves behind peeling layers of inconsistent messages and hidden design. From our intent lips we let flow hazy statements of destructive promises. Worst of all, we don't track the consequences. You don't know what devastation your simple bluff has caused. Our minds can do more damage to us than any weapon concieved of by man.

They say that the truth will set you free. That is a lie. The truth will trap us; it will trap us within OURSELVES. True honesty will force us to live lives with our true faces exposed; free to be scarred by the stones thrown at us; free to be scarred by the burning disdain of others. This is the only way to truly live. If you package your soul in styrofoam, it will hold its shape. If you break from the shell, you will feel pain. If you show the world what you truly are you will be attacked, but you will also feel the tender kiss of kindness. You will be able to feel acceptance that your false mask could never relay.

Am I crazy? I want to feel the good, so I deal with the bad. I want to be a part of the real world, but I don't believe it exists. If I believed in god, I would pray to discover more truth from those around me, but I'm sad to say that the majority of the world will die alone, because they will never open themselves to the stimulus available outside of saran wrap.