How have you all been? Well, I hope. I pray that everyone has been having a blessed week thus far. On a bright note, you made it to Thursday so that’s super awesome!
Okay, so lets chat about honesty…
and let’s be honest with ourselves. At some point we’ve all lied right (raises hand)? And the thing about lies is that they start small and then they build and build and build because you must lie to maintain the original lie and at some point you ask yourself if it was even worth it in the beginning. In an attempt to save myself the trouble, there are a few things that I constantly remind myself.
There’s freedom in Honesty:
When I’m honest initially, I have nothing to hide. There’s no reason for me to stress over what I said because it was literally the TRUTH! This feeling creates a certain type of liberation. And plus, what’s already known doesn’t need to be stated, so honesty truly is the best policy.
If I can’t be honest with myself…
Then who can I be honest with? We sometimes trick ourselves into believing that what WE think is reality… and on some level it is, but not when we MAKE UP things that aren’t true.
To be honest with you all I’m not even sure what prompted me to write this… I guess it’s because I know how draining it is to try and be something I wasn’t created to be. Sometimes we need to be honest with ourselves and the people that we have chosen to trust…Anyway, I love you all! And I pray that you all have a wonderful weekend! Oh yeah, it’s national poetry day so I’ll place a short piece below. I leave you with this…
Proverbs 6:16-19 NLT
There are six things the Lord hates— no, seven things he detests: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that kill the innocent, a heart that plots evil, feet that race to do wrong, a false witness who pours out lies, a person who sows discord in a family.
Thanks again, God bless and One love.
-Quellz (komplex simplicity)
Hazy like overcast forcing it’s way into my day
No, hazy like blurred recollections pressing against the trenches created to fight the onslaught of unwanted memories
Memories tempting the newness of freedom to remember the mockery of submission
Submission doesn’t seem that bad now that I have these lifelines that feel like lifetimes past
Past regrets and misplaced decisions and somehow I push pass the need to relive it all again
Again these moments seek to control me, to own me, to turn me back into the old me
Unknowingly, I have felt the wind beneath my wings
and the breeze of the wind gliding against the trees
A vast difference from when whispers of take me with you dripped from my lips
Lips not tainted by soul drying lies and facade like nonchalance
Freedom is mental
Imagination need not be trusted
And yet the shackles of these instances feel so good against my flesh, which is why I try so hard to not indulge…