The water bottles on the wall and curved into the ceiling of the restaurant formed a dark, silent, and wordless reminder and reflective light. As I explored the lighting and its impact on the ambience, I could not escape the reminder of how much water I would like to drink each day. My target is six to eight glasses. My reality is often less, though I tend to fudge my answers to myself on the fitness band log I fill in every morning. With the repeating rows, I wondered how many days I had repeated the mantra that I had enough water when I knew I did not.
Truth does not change with commentary. At times, I catch myself fudging the truth when I talk to myself. I know I have taken truth and turned it into words without meaning. I deceive myself in the uncomfortable knowledge that what I am consuming will not bring the benefits of truth because it’s no longer there. As I accept truth, even when it is uncomfortable, disturbing the status quo of my life, truth, opportunities for growth follow. Truth is a guide, instructor, and affirming force that cannot be altered, even as generation after generation, myself included, keep trying.
Seeking the truth is a worthy quest and priority. When I slow down to let Life speak, she often shares the truth she is finding within my life and in the moment I have. In listening with my heart, I find myself opening a door that brings new insights as well as a window where I can see the possibilities of what truth can bring to my life. Care needs to be taken because not every messenger of truth can be trusted. When Divinity’s messengers demonstrate their intent and motivation, compassion, kindness, and care are revealed.
I need truth like I need water. In seeking both, it is “Far better not to vow in the first place than to vow and not pay up [deny the truth].” (Ecclesiastes 5.5) In admitting the truth, I ask my thirst to drive me.
