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There are two kinds of people.. The door mat, and the boot..

There are also the people who are tough shells, and those who are strong enough with their inner selves or were sheltered enough through life to wear their heart on their sleeves so to speak.

Not to mention the secret to having a decent amount of happiness it to find the happy middle to everything you look for.. Strength, love, anger, passion.. Everything should meet in the middle.. Balence.. In with the positive, out with the negative, but not too positive or you'll end up being a positive zombie and boring.. Because people need conflict.. Its how they survive.

So what is the truth? Whatever someone strategically puts together to sound appealing? Whatever someone says, that we trust is right? what we can manipulate in our heads to sound right? to sound richeously generous in a good cause?

What if you're too scared of the truth? Do you bury it, try and kill it until it stops beating? But we all know that, it can die and come back to live and haunt, and bring back any worst fears you thought were gone.. Thats the interesting thing about truth, it can die, it can live again.. It can go away and come back.. but it can also change colors.. So who do you trust? Just yourself in hoping that you're indeed right, and not masking it up in your own fear that you cannot detect until you come to terms with it?

Truth and consiquence.. Its something that people have trouble dealing with..
My best friend used to say that no matter if you are wrong or right, if you yourself truely believe in what you are doing.. You yourself are never wrong because you believed in it.. Might be the wrong thing at the time, but at least you're truthful to yourself.. Something that will in later generation inspire growth. Is that why humans are constantly growing, and even though their bodies start dying at a certain age until we wither away and memory is all we have left, the mind keeps growing.. its like your brain goes one way, but your body goes another..

If we never measured time.. Would life be more meaningful?

sincerely,
Kendra-Dawn

posted by Kendra Robillard @ 3:14 p.m.