truth

I don’t know what is true.  I can sometimes get myself caught in a vicious and painful cycle of trying to “understand the truth.”  But truth can’t be captured with even the most steady and quick hand or the sharpest mind.  There are few things I know to be true.  So why do struggle to get a grasp of something so elusive?  I have this belief that knowing “the truth” is somehow easier than not knowing something.  But life and experience has taught me that “the truth” is often just as painful, or even more so, than the unknowing.  Often I have placed “lying” and “truth” on opposites ends of some philosophical and ethical line…but that line can be fuzzy and broken, and even imaginary.  What I find myself focusing on now, is where am I in this so called truth.  How is my need for truth effecting me?  Certainly I have followed my need for truth as a way of proving I was right about something, but being right isn’t always as validating as I had imagined it would be.  Being kind though?  I can never find fault with being genuinely kind.  I do know more about what is kind, than what is true; and it is far easier to live when I am focused kindness.