On February 7, 2024

Cosmic Catalogue: Words at face value

Some words, once spoken, can’t be taken back. However, words these days seem to mean whatever people want them to mean. Don’t like a word? Then change the meaning of it. Don’t like its definition? Then take it out of context and manipulate it. Doesn’t fit with feelings? Then demand that others affirm it, even when it means denying reality. 

Whether you want to hear it or not, people are going to tell you who they are this week. Believe them! Even if this means it scathes your heart. That is what truth is. And it hurts. To deny hearing what is spoken and manipulate it into your own narrative is narcissism. To think that others want the same outcomes that you want for them is delusional.

When you can face the truth of facts, rather than feelings, then bridges can be built and pain can heal. As long as we continue dancing around ideals rather than reality, we’ll never reach said ideal.

Some hard facts will come into the light this week that will challenge perspectives and beliefs. It won’t feel nice, but the sooner decisions are made with brains, rather than feelings, the sooner this gets better.

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