Truth

Something that can set you free can sometimes be so painful. It wounds our pride because we're so set on looking at everybody else that we never take much time to look at ourselves. And when people tell us the truth - something that we already know but are denying - about ourselves, it cuts to the core.

We would rather save our dignity than face the truth. We would rather have the lies that we create become our truth than accept the reality before us. We would rather live in blind ignorance than see what's really going on.

And right now, I'm struggling with my pride and accepting the truth. One of my friends knows what to say when I need the truth, and it's like a slap in the face that leaves my ears ringing. Bless her heart, I love her, but sometimes I just don't want to hear what she has to say. It hurts too much to realize that I'm wrong.

My mom and I were talking the other day. It was one of those rare conversations we have. And she said to me something to this extent: "Sometimes, it takes the people who know you and love you best to point out your faults. They're there to smooth over all the rough edges. And honey, you have a lot of them."