i received a compliment in a reply to yesterday’s post, and am posting my reply to that here, because i’m not sure how many people read the comments and this point is important to me.
i feel like i should accept your compliments gracefully and curtsey and then stop. but i can't. to be honest, i'm not very forthright in this journal. or rather, i choose my points of "honesty" -- and i put that in quotes for a reason i'll explain. there is no objective truth. everything you read here is going through at least three filters: my own personal bias as i'm experiencing something, then my remembrance of the experience, then how i choose to recount it. there are layers upon layers, and i'll never discover them all, because again, i'm viewing the layers through my own bias. i take great care in what i say and how i say it, because i have seen how my words and actions impact the people in my life. in all things, i strive for total compassion above total honesty. this doesn't mean i don't tell you the truth. well ... it does. i don't tell you the truth. i tell you one aspect of my truth. for what it's worth, i'm still flattered that you think so highly of my journal and consequently of me. thank you; i don't deserve it.