Truth as I perceived it had nothing to do with reality, it had more to do with my clouded perception. When all I felt was pain, that is all I saw. When I was lonely, I could be in throngs, and see only my aloneness. If I lied, I only saw your deceit.
With all my constructs crashing down around me, I had to re-evaluate what was truth. There is your truth, There is my truth. There is reality. Which one should I choose? I am not fond of yours, I like mine, and reality is the two combined, with all of human existence thrown in.
There is only one answer. Love, a love so large that I can accept you, what is, and me. A love so large that it can help me accept the joy, pain, beauty, sheer ugliness of life. A love that can hold us when we collide, and make another. The truth of the matter is that there are many truths, and if my love is big enough for them all, I can’t live in my own truth any more. I will be fortunate enough to see yours, theirs, and mine.
As the Beatle’s once said. ” All you need is Love, Love. Love is all you need “