The truth is such a rare commodity almost an endangered species.  We are taught at an early age to tell the truth no matter what even if it hurts you, even if you get into trouble, be honest, be truthful.  Then at some point the truth appears or is exposed to the point of making another feel bad and then we find ourselves trying to reshape the truth and make it become something else less painful.  The truth is the truth hurts.  In its rare form telling someone the truth is never easy and it will hurt their feelings.

To tell someone overweight that he or she is overweight hurts or to let someone know once they asked that you don’t agree with their fashion ensemble or their appearance is questionable to say the least isn’t something another person really wants to hear even when he or she asks the question.  However, it is very necessary to be honest and open with others and to allow them to be open and honest with you.  Even when a person lacks in having tact to deliver it, the truth, is such a rare and beautiful gem that while one may choke on hearing it he or she will not miss the lesson and ability to grow from it.   One may be shocked in hearing it, but this seed of truth is so powerful that the roots forms from it because it connects within you and while the seed will not grow until you feed it; it cannot die either because it was in you from the beginning.   Isn’t that amazing and yet beautiful?!   So when the truth is heard, it lies dormant within until one reaches that moment where he or she wants to change and since the foundation of the truth had been laid there within lies a seed planted waiting to be fertilize for the beginning of a transformation.

Recently, having a conversation with my husband and oldest son, I revealed to them how grateful I am for hearing the truth.  I am not famous by any means nor do I employ or have the means to employ people to tell me what I want to hear but yet there was a point in my life where I was surrounded by those that only told me what I wanted to hear, what I desired or what they were comfortable sharing with me.  I noticed that I gave advice even the hard things but if I were to judge myself on the information I received back, I would in ignorance think I was perfect.  I wasn’t raised that way.  While my mother spoiled and exposed me to material things, she and my dad never lied or sugarcoated the truth to me or about my life and life choices.  Ah a foundation!  So meeting and dealing with my husband who sometimes without tact delivered some harsh truths to me wasn’t new but it was so different from my what I had become accustom to hearing it was unreal but yet revealing and empowering.

The truth does set you free whether you desire to be free or not.  Many times, people enjoy the lies and their versions of the truth that make them victims of life and the people around them.  The truth is at some point, we are accountable for our actions, our crowds, our thoughts, emotions and our ability to implement changes in the areas we desire but those changes cannot be done based on lies.  Only the truth will stand.

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