I’m convinced that the more we question, the more we open ourselves up to the possibilities, the closer we are to finding our truth – some might call it “belief” or “faith”. I prefer to think of it as simply the truth that resonates in our heart, the kind that can change our thinking and the way we react to life.
I don’t care where you find your truth, whether it’s in the pages of a holy book or graffiti on the alley wall, in the lyrics of an angry punk song or the sound of the waves on the shore. What I care about is whether you are asking the questions, and searching out every possible answer, and ONLY following the one that fits into your soul like a missing puzzle piece.
It doesn’t matter if your truth is different from mine, or if your truth is different from your parents. But finding it matters.
After you’ve found it? When you’re full of excitement and conviction and absolute, unshakeable assurance that THIS IS IT?
Not of your truth, but of the desire to convince everyone around you that your truth is somehow “The Truth.” Because while the truth you found may fill your emptiness and change your smile, forcing it to fit into another person is like taking a chunky wooden puzzle piece from your child’s alphabet puzzle and forcing into a delicate 1000 piece puzzle of the Mona Lisa. It will not fit, no matter how you manipulate it.
Give the people you care about the gift of respect, and allow them the benefit of doubt. They’ll find their truth when they need it.