So, again, today, I write and erase, write and erase. With each writing, I gain more awareness into myself and as I do, the prior sentence no longer seems to be truthful. So I write and erase, write and erase, searching for a deeper truth and a deeper meaning. It's interesting to watch. It makes me wonder how often I lie to myself and to others and vice versa.
I guess we can only do the best we can in the moment, but the more I write, the more intrigued I become with my words. They are interesting, temporary, I wonder how often they cause us difficulty in life. Truth changes. Do we allow for that in our society? Do we allow for that in our own minds? Do we hold each other to standards that were set in some long ago moment? And perhaps more importantly do we hold ourselves to standards that are no longer fitting to our needs and our current state of being? We take ourselves so seriously.
How do we accommodate for this dilemma? Releasing, forgiveness, acceptance, present moment being and Knowing the Truth about ourselves and others, that we are always in a state of becoming, that all things are temporary, that words are just words, a construct of humanity.
