This is an incredibly hard lesson to learn:
The stories we tell ourselves are often more romantic than the truth.
Truth is standing right in front of us, yet we have a hard time accepting it. Because we don’t like what we see.
Our narration works overtime to preserve ourselves. It is a defense mechanism. While it can protect us, it can also block us from seeing the world as it really is.
There can be beauty in truth but that doesn’t necessarily mean there is truth in beauty.
With that being said, I still choose to believe the world is better than it really is. Because my life is better this way.
It’s a fine line to walk. See clearly. Choose wisely.