There is such potency and power in the act of deciding. It’s so potent that in fact, it has the capacity to change everything. Once you’ve reached a conclusion and the choice is made, all there is left to do is follow through.
But why is the decision itself hard? Is it the narrative on repeat in our minds? Is it the conflict we hope to avoid but which only ends up multiplying? The avoidance? The denial?
A lie unchallenged becomes the truth. The pain of not saying what you think vastly outweighs the pain of saying something uncomfortable.
To get to that place that feels like a living hell. It’s death by a thousand cuts. A lie here and a lie there and before you know it, you don’t even know what truth is anymore. If you’re more confused than you’ve ever been, if you’re feeling an under current you can’t quite define, chances are, you’re being lied to.
This week has the propensity to reveal the truth. That initself can be a painful, yet liberating process. It’s also hard. Oh, so hard. No one ever said that facing the truth was easy, though it’s necessary.
