Alone Time.

If there is one lesson that I have learned very well in this life, it is that the truth hurts. No matter how good your intentions may be to remain upfront in the most accommodating way, there is always a certain amount of pain that is to be felt by either one or both parties in the situation. More and more as I grow up I am learning that perception is indeed everything...causing for many to wear masks that shield genuine feelings for the good of those around them. Honesty is not always the best policy and I am learning that first hand in the hardest way. There is no need to be true to oneself if it does not fall in line with how the rest of the world works around you, unless one is willing to suffer the possible consequence of being alone. But then again, maybe being alone is what makes an individual whole and complete. I know that for myself there is much therapy to be found in being alone in my weight training or running or writing, so maybe my life in its entirety would be better off alone. Feeling the ache of yearning for another hand to hold may be unbearable at times, but at least I can be true to myself without having to worry about hurting the feelings of those around me. I am scared to be alone.