I am seriously baffled how some people prefer to not know the truth of things, especially in their immediate sphere – that they  would rather maintain a shroud of pretend and denial to facts, to honesty.

To advance, evolve, to learn the most we can in this life, we must have the courage to seek honesty from friends, peers, and especially those closest to us. Otherwise, we initiate the degradation of soul, the dumbing down of our innate intelligence, and the lethal deprivation of the breath of courage.

The dogged determination and usage of “personal stories” to justify the suffocation of the individual BY the individual mystifies me. It is truly a form of insanity.

Yes. It upsets me and my feathers are a bit ruffled, but only because I care and it is simply the saddest thing to watch. But it’s not like I can walk around with a truth pistol and bring people to justice by rounding them up in the accountability corral. That is just plain silly. (And I have plenty of layers to work through myself. Everyone does.)

What is disturbing is the intentional focus to remain in denial, the striving toward being bereft of truth and the desire that precedes truth, for the aversion toward psychological freedom and individuality.

I have observed particular qualities that dissolve such insanity: humility, joy upon being wrong (and the immediate shift upon realizing it), and a questioning mind.

All hail the doubters!

G’night.