Midweek Reflection

Nobody's life is perfect, that's true.  My life is far from being so itself.


But I am real, that I can assure people.  I am real to the point of pointing out things that others may not like to hear. But there are people who wouldn't want to hear any kind of truth.  As a matter of fact, no one lends an ear to truth because it's always taken as criticism. They want flattery instead.  I couldn't do that because I don't believe in boosting someone else's ego with lies.  If I hurt people, I might as well hurt them with the truth than feed them with countless lies.  We are all unique in our selfish ways and sometimes, our unique selfishness gets in the way with how we relate with people because whether these same people are amenable or not, they, too are experiencing their own episodes of unique selfishness.


And what a trouble it becomes when these selfish egos get entangled with one another --- when no one gives in, when each one believes he holds the torch of truth.  What a hot situation it becomes when the pretense escalates into something unreal. it's pretense in the first place, eh. It becomes even more fiery than a furnace when everyone gets to think he's right and everyone is wrong. The fun sure starts to set in.  I almost always fall into this trap --- that of imprisoning myself  to my own mindset.  But I am sure, everyone else falls under this categorical stereotype no matter how much one believes himself different from the pretentious majority.  We are all snakes in one way or another --- wearing different geometrical shapes, colors and designs but still snakes slithering among the bushes of vanity and pretense.  Though one may choose to believe he is different from everyone else, he is proven wrong again and again because EVERYONE IS VAIN, JUST AS EVERYTHING ON EARTH IS VANITY.


So, some people thrive on the folly that people feed them.  They'd rather believe and always take as truth the flattery and the lies because it's the very words they want to hear and the very same words that their ego is anchored on. They'd rather hibernate than wake up.  It's safe and snug in there --- in that safe hole they created, I mean.



So, if people would rather be left basking in the afterglow of the idyllic tryst ....