We all find a convenient version of the truth to tell ourselves - a convenient version of the lie we choose to believe in. Self-preservation is paramount. You always seem to be able to find something that you believe in, to surpass the something that you don't believe in. The last straw perhaps. And as amusing as it is, it is a different 'last straw' everytime. Heh! One thing though, that this whole process of self destruction-preservation cycle tells you is that, nowhere, in no part of your existence, will everything be allright. There always will be something amiss - that one huge gaping hole that you are trying to fill, with everything else that you have. And in doing so, you would have used up something else, to its last minutest bit, and in the process created another huge gaping hole. Life is perhaps, indeed a constant cycle.
I heard this somewhere 'Truth is singular, any versions of it, are, mistruths'
I heard this somewhere 'Truth is singular, any versions of it, are, mistruths'
