All our lives we battle our own perspectives. Either it is a desperate rally to cut through the lines of confusion and doubt to see the truth of what we have denied as truth. Or Some harrowing defense to stave off the truth, so we never face it, no matter what price we may pay.
But… sometimes… we are not the arbiter of our moment of seeing the truth. be it of us, or of something so profound it reveals us..
Sometimes… Life just unleashes Truth upon us.. and we are laid waste by the force of its yield.
We sit the .. our world no more than cinder and ash.. we sit bewildered and confused.
We eventually haphazardly grope at ourselves… to see if all the pieces of us are there…
some times they are.. some times they aren’t.
Slowly we struggle to are feet, and try to find direction, if there is one to find at all, but we are forever changed. We will never see the truth the same way again.