I hate being blown off -- if you're thinking something, tell me, don't hide. After all, what am I going to do? I'm a pleasant person, understanding and even-tempered. I can take it, even if it hurts.
When people decline to be honest, either by lying or through omission, it really drives me insane. I thought part of being an adult was facing things head on. Yet, it almost seems like the opposite. As I get older, it seems I am increasingly immersed in the purposeful obscurity of others.
Children are good at bring upfront and honest. Sometimes too good at it. So, you would think that as people matured from children into adults, they would simply learn how to tell the truth with tact, grace and dignity. Instead, it seems to me that, with unnerving frequency, people mature into timidity.
Lately, I have felt a spiritual shift within myself that I think can only be described as "maturing." This has, in a lot of ways, meant having to be brave. I have had to do hard things over the years, and recently, finally, doing hard things has become much easier. This is the mark of my adulthood. I think it is too bad that others don't automatically afford themselves the same opportunity.
Do something hard. Do something brave. Own up to your truth. That's what I say.
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