Truth

When I got on the train today, I thought about how many people were running late for work. Who would rush into work, and who would lie about what happened before they got to work. I started looking into the eyes of my train mates and started wondering. What is her story, what is his; and if I asked them, would they tell me the truth or would it be their embellished account of what happened.

We look at our lives and we pick apart all the things we did wrong. We look at what was done wrong to us, or we try to explain what our true measure of success is. Why?

Embellishment, makes us feel better. If our mate leaves us we tell a story, mainly to get us through the pain. If a parent decides to live a different life outside of us, or have a different lifestyle we will tell ourselves stories to get us through the pain.

We tell stories to get us through the pain, but are the stories real? Or are these stories a depiction of how we feel it should have happen; what should have been. Our stories get us the attention we desire, the love we need, and the ease we are looking for, for the pain in our heart to go away.

The Guy in the Glass

by Dale Wimbrow, (c) 1934

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,

And the world makes you King for a day,

Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,

And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife,

Who judgement upon you must pass.

The feller whose verdict counts most in your life

Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,

For he's with you clear up to the end,

And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test

If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,

And think you're a wonderful guy,

But the man in the glass says you're only a bum

If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,

And get pats on the back as you pass,

But your final reward will be heartaches and tears

If you've cheated the guy in the glass.