Can You Handle The Truth? (November 1 [Kathi])

Do you ever wonder what truth is?
Do you ever stop and think, "Huh, I wonder if that's true?"
Do you ever accuse yourself of being fake? Not true? False?

I do.

Every time I look into the eyes of the ones I love, I feel a surge of it.
I feel a bubbling up of the bile that is imposter.
I can't help but wonder what lies are being believed at this very second.

Why am I here?
Why am I doing this?
What am I hoping to accomplish?

I don't know.

Everybody tells me that I'm such a great friend.
Everybody sings my praises from on high.
Everybody fails to see what I feel inside.

I don't see it.
I don't feel it.
I don't understand it.

We are supposed to believe our friends, family and loved ones when they tell us nice things. They speak the truth, especially out of love.

Right?
Maybe?
Probably?

What is truth?

I hear it's subjective, so everybody has an opportunity to feel it every once and a while.
I can create my own destiny.
I can choose my own adventure.

Is that the God's honest truth?

I have no idea.