We speak of truth a lot. I came across a quote this morning that stated:
“The truth does not require your participation to exist. Bullshit does.”
At face value I thought, yes, so true.
However, upon pondering, as I do lol, it occurred to me that truth also requires participation to exist. Do we ourselves not create truth, and nurture it into becoming something “real”?
Nature doesn’t seem to ponder the “truth” of anything… it simply is.
Truth is simply our way of rounding off the edges, so that we can be satisfied that it fits well into our little treasure trove of collected beliefs. As time wears the edges of our truth, we re-shape it so that it keeps fitting. Those with truly blessed minds can reach a point of determining that after years of polishing, perhaps it’s time to let go of that one because it simply is no longer what it first seemed. It either becomes a whole new truth, or slowly becomes bullshit.
Our little human minds need so much to make sense of everything around us to feel safe. To the point of trapping ourselves. We don’t often seem to even realise. Or maybe deep down we do, but it’s better to have something than to simply float adrift a sea of uncertainty. Such an uncomfortable concept for us to have no direction or purpose or grounding or “real.”
It’s not a popular concept, however, I can’t help coming back to the thought that truth is ever-shifting. As we learn and grow and experience, what we consider to be “real,” grows and shifts with us, regardless if we choose that or not. Nothing is stagnant.
We hope and pray that something bad will leave/end quickly. Yet we try with such might to hang on to that which feels good. And yet, it too must flow.
At this point in time it seems my lesson is to learn to be less possessive. Perhaps it’s this that is showing up right now. How odd to discover how possessive I am of truth. My truth. Your truth. The truth. Perhaps truth doesn’t exist at all. Perhaps truth is simply bullshit with a fancier hat.
