It's amazing how the truth can enrage so many. In the stillness and quietness of a moment, anger's pin drop can invoke the chaos and confusion only truth can hold within the heart and mind of denial. It seems as though we only become enthralled when we are told something we already know. We like to persecute, but we don't like to be under persecution. We like to be the exception, but never the standard...so why complain?
Truth has many intricately simple facets that affect our total genetic make-up, as well as the make-up of those around us. The blush of "constructive" criticism, the liner of self-esteem, the lipstick of boldness, the concealer of pride, the foundation of faith, the polish of morale, the shadow of good intent---can all be altered by application at the wrong time, in the wrong place, for the wrong reasons. Then, we realize that we're wearing someone else's and all of a sudden...
reality bites.
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