The truth hurts. Everyone says it. We all know it's true.
Yet we will simultaneously demand truth from others--friends, family, lovers--who shouldn't want to hurt us. Then we get upset when we're hurt.
And we'll demand truth from our institutions who have no reason to actually deliver it, since we're already happily buying whatever product and story they sell. AND we expect it from our politicians, who we all damned well know are constantly lying through their teeth to pacify us. To make us comfortable.
We aren't able to tolerate truth because a) we don't practice telling it ourselves b) we don't practice telling it to ourselves, and c) we get offended when others offer it--we also get offended when they fail to offer it.
People are too soft.
It's true. We are. We have come out of this self-esteem, self-love, self-care movement that has made us so bloody obsessed with feeling grand all the time. We haven't practiced sitting with a problem, or taking a bite of truth.
If you continually find your feelings are more important to you than anything else, well, don't expect to get a lot done. And don't be surprised if you're constantly chasing your tail in the quest for eternal comfort.
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