How quickly we lose our tenuous grasp on the things that used to seem so simple. How fleetly we relinquish our grip. How easily we let go of the reins only to watch those reins get wrapped up in the wheels of the coach we struggle to maintain control of as we steer ourselves into our future.
In those rare moments in our lives, in the moments when we think we can marginally and genuinely separate the good from the bad, the truth will always do its best to expedite that process. We are fools to think that we can fool ourselves. And although good and bad are formidable opponents, the truth will always come out the victor.
Knowing our truth may sometimes feel like nothing more than a burden. We may carry it with us, hidden under a shroud of secrecy, hoping that it remains hidden. But eventually that truth becomes transparent, if not to others at least, to ourselves. And in that moment, in that split second when we realize we can no longer pull the wool over our own eyes, the pressure of that burden no longer holds any weight.
Suddenly the reins are back in our hands. That feeling of losing control is replaced by a new calm and the knowledge that everything that seemed to be bad can be good again. The truth did, indeed, give us a sense of freedom and the moment we began believing in that truth, our change was inevitable.
Dealing with the good and the bad in ourselves is human nature. That concept evolved long before we began our journey through this lifetime. But being able to recognize the truth, to embrace the strength and the weakness that brought us to our truth, is the genuine definition of our character.
True strength is not measured by physical endurance alone. True strength does sweat, it does bleed. But it also cries, accepts, forgives and heals. True strength inspires us to be better and, somewhere along that rugged path, our truth can inspire others as well. #mjs