Braveheart.

The truth is so much more beautiful than a lie. I know we all have some sort of image to uphold. Pride. Ego. Fear. Sometimes it does not occur as a lie. Sometimes it’s just none of anyone’s business and i advocate for privacy, i do. But gosh the truth, the messy, vulnerable truth is so refreshing. It’s so beautiful. It’s so human. All heart. All Love. The truth heals. It frees you up to feel something different, or take different actions. The truth transforms. It enlivens the truth teller. A lie, well it puts up a good front. It may allow you shallow approval and acceptance from outside sources but it kills you, slowly. It binds you up, holds you hostage, it’s like a foot on your neck. Freedom is however yours on the other side of the truth.