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I hear the word truth countless times, in numerous ways. I actually hear it so much that it becomes part of my reality and my agenda. I want to be a truthful person, who leads a life full of truth, I also of course what to be true to my self and my beliefs. This makes me feel good, safe you could say, but why? It seems I've wrapped myself up in a blanket of false truths, maybe not even false- they just turned out to be somebody else's truths. They weren't mine, and in actuality they weren't even close. This feeling I have known from the consequence of trying to embody someone else's truth leaves me uncomfortable, almost itching to get this off of me. I feel as if I'm stuck wearing this oversized wool sweater, that isn't even my size, or in a color that I prefer. But to top that off I don't even like to wear sweaters, but it seems I've found myself in this place where they are required with out question. I thought this was what I needed, I thought this was truth, I thought to be accepted I had to follow this path. I had to prove it, I had to show everyone. This is me, this is what I want this is what I believe. So I abandoned it all to prove it, to prove it to you, and you. But its been long enough I say, and in the nicest way possible.. I don't care about you, or you or really what you think about me or the decisions I make. I feel this way because I'm actually learning who I am, and what it is I love and I'm pretty much okay with being uniquely me. I wasn't supposed to look or be just like all of you, my life is my own, it has a purpose and a passion. And I have come to the grand conclusion that what a glorious way to spend my life, learning what I love and then pursuing it rather than falling into the latest trend or doing my duty like everyone else. My duty most likely is unlike anyone else's and can not be contained by any 4 walls. I hate that we use the word truth so much; I wish we'd teach people how to find truth for themselves not to just hear the word and feel a warm fuzzy feeling inside. I've recently noticed we use so many "fluffy" words that actually just disguise us from having a real conversation; we've mastered the art of sounding like we have this thing down. We can even listen to speeches and go away feeling proud to be an American simply from hearing the few words of freedom, trust, and liberty and completely forget about the real topics of famine, debt, and poverty. I'm not ashamed to decided what I believe in, or what I stand for, I'm no longer afraid to ask questions or to seek answers, because I believe with my whole heart that the only way that we can grow mentally, physically, and spiritually is to wrestle with ideas, to ask questions and to actually dwell on things and then decided for ourselves what and how it impacts us. I'm proud to say, I've seen, I've saw and I've conquered. Now off with this sweater, and on to a new chapter.