There are so many ways to tell the truth.
We can tell the truth faintly or firmly.
We can tell the truth in anger.
We can tell it to wound just like we have been wounded.
Sometimes, we can open our mouths and unexpectedly out pops the truth.
We can tell the truth without any real support.
We can tell the truth before we even know what the consequences will be.
Certainly we can tell the truth before we are ready.
Sometimes we can be manipulated into telling the truth.
Our truth can be used to further someone else's agenda.
I have probably told the truth in all the ways listed above.
But there is another way of telling the truth.
We can tell the truth with compassion for ourselves.
We can tell the truth from a place of strength and integrity.
We can tell the truth by our own choice.
We can tell the truth because it is what it is.
This, I believe, is the ultimate freedom.
For years, I thought truth was something only someone else could give me.
Then, one day I realised, only I could give this truth to myself!
We can tell the truth faintly or firmly.
We can tell the truth in anger.
We can tell it to wound just like we have been wounded.
Sometimes, we can open our mouths and unexpectedly out pops the truth.
We can tell the truth without any real support.
We can tell the truth before we even know what the consequences will be.
Certainly we can tell the truth before we are ready.
Sometimes we can be manipulated into telling the truth.
Our truth can be used to further someone else's agenda.
I have probably told the truth in all the ways listed above.
But there is another way of telling the truth.
We can tell the truth with compassion for ourselves.
We can tell the truth from a place of strength and integrity.
We can tell the truth by our own choice.
We can tell the truth because it is what it is.
This, I believe, is the ultimate freedom.
For years, I thought truth was something only someone else could give me.
Then, one day I realised, only I could give this truth to myself!
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