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What is it about the truth that can physically make us feel strong, when we are up against some very difficult situations? We know the truth doesn’t always work out in our best interest. If we rob a bank and tell the truth, we’re most likely going to jail. When asked how someone looks in a particularly sleek fitting dress, do we try to be as sensitive as possible, while telling the truth, "It’s a little tight?" I’m actually talking about when you know you have told the truth about something, but people are trying to fight you, yet you seem to have the strength of the truth behind you, even if you’re scared and nervous. Strength and scared and nervous don’t seem compatible words for the same sentence. However, I can be scared and nervous, and still feel strength in my convictions that I am doing what’s right and what’s honest. That strength pushes me to do the right thing, fight the right battle, push myself to the limit to uphold my convictions.
I believe if we do the right things, we will be rewarded, in some way, somehow, someday. I completely understand the naysayers who question why someone like Christopher Reeves, who was an honest, gentle man, a good husband and good father, could have had such a horrific thing happen to him. I think that number one, he made the choice, not a Higher Power, to get on that horse, and number two, he did so much after his accident to help others, and actually grew as a human being. He made a difference. A positive difference in his own life as well as the lives of thousands of others.
There was a little boy I used to listen to on the Jerry Lewis Telethon, his name was Matty. He had so much wrong with him, yet he wrote poetry, and spoke words of peace and absolute wisdom. I was sad when he passed away.
Some say there could be no Higher Power that would have allowed that to happen to such a sweet child. I can understand their thoughts, I’ve had them in my lifetime. But now, I believe we pick to come to this earth for reasons, and we try to accomplish those reasons while on this earthly plane. Matty’s complete innocence and honesty and truth, gave him the strength to spread his words and ideas, and may have helped thousands of people who otherwise, would never have realized peace is better than war.
How we know whether or not our truth is the right truth escapes my capabilities of reasoning. I don’t know how we know. Some truths are obvious. Don’t steal. Don’t lie, don’t disrespect others, don’t dishonor your parents and elders. Don’t treat people in a manner you wouldn’t want to be treated. But what about the more abstract theories and beliefs and convictions? How do we know that just because we think something, it’s right, it’s the truth. Whose truth? Our truth, or the general public’s truth, or a Higher Power’s truth? I guess we learn what we choose to absorb into our belief system, as we experience situations, and grow.
We see what attitudes and ways of speaking yield us the best and most positive results. Then, if these characteristics prove rewarding to our spirit, and are motivated with what we have found to be our honesty and humility, we may have a clue why we would be telling the truth.
If everyone involved is benefiting from a concept, I have to figure my ideas responsible for implementing a theory into other’s minds, and opening them up to a better, more positive way of doing things, is the truth. I also know I have to entertain the idea that I may be wrong, or not as open and considerate as someone may point out to me. Once confronted with someone else’s truth, I then have to decide what information I will keep, and what I will let go of and change for the good of all involved. Never an easy thing to do, but so beneficial to the strength the truth can bring to the mind, the soul, and the body. I can hold my head up and walk with my feet firmly planted, once I am secure in the fact that I am carrying the truth.
I’m not saying that all will go my way simply because I think I’m being as truthful as I can. I’ve been in situations where that theory went right out the window, and there was nothing I could do. There are many cunning, charming, greedy, dishonest, and manipulative people outside my comfort zone. For whatever reasons, sometimes the bad guys win. But there are reasons. That is one of my beliefs as well. Everything happens for a reason, even if I can’t see it at the time, or ever, my faith tells me it’s for my own good and development. Once that concept penetrated my thick brain, it made it a lot easier to accept stumbles along my path in this life. Problems became rocks instead of boulders. I can only strive for them to become stones, and then pebbles. Progress not perfection. Of course, perfection is one of my character faults, so I work on that as well. It’s like life is a full-time college course that never ends, and you never stop getting sent homework, so you can figure things out and move on in a more honest, humble, caring, and loving way. I only know how these character traits make me feel. Strong and proud and vibrant and intelligent and hopeful. Even if things don’t work out the way I want or expect, I’ll deal with the emotions and think it through, and learn from it, and move on. At least I’ll always know I told the truth.
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