"- don't be so quick to knock it. People don't usually part with the weird shit they personally know because they know how easy it will be to punch holes in. Now I'm tellin you somethin. It's for you to poke through the soup and find the meat." John Patrick Shanley's 'the dreamer examines his pillow'

Sunday, January 30, 2005

From my world to yours

are not enough to carry you. They make life interesting. They place you in the moment. But there is a deeper, far more meaningful truth to life.
Truth is hard to find. Each of us, without thinking about it, sees every second through a hopelessly biased lense, full of our past, our scars, our parents, our spirituality, the words that came out of our friends' mouths two minutes ago, it's our own perspective. Whether it was earned or thrust upon us bears no consequence, it defines us and the world each of us observes. Who is to say that one person's truth sounds the same as someone else's, but looks completely different through their eyes? We all have ideas that we stand by with all our strength that are entirely wrong - even ludicrous.
I believe, however, that there is a Truth in the simplest relationships. When two biased beings come together and for a moment - or several hours - are connecting, sharing something, there is a truth in that - like a gem between them, untouchable by anybody else but there without a doubt. And not only in developed relationships, but when two casual friends walk past each other and wave, perhaps exchange a "hey, how are you?"... On some level they've come down from their own worlds and, however briefly, placed a foot on the others' world. There's a truth in that exchange, because it was real in that moment in both worlds, however their memories may contort it in the future. That second contained Truth.
My relationship with the Lord is what keeps me grounded. When we connect, no matter how little I know and how biased I am, there is truth and beauty in a simple word to Him, even if it's a word of anger or through tears.
I think it's those interactions each day that keep us from flying off into the realm of our imaginations... Thank God.


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