Even with the truth staring us in the face, we crave the lie. Our hearts pump out of sync, beating faster until we can tightly grasp at the untruth that will pacify us. You really aren't cheating, you really won't leave me, you really do still love me.
Lies. The morphine of our inner turmoil.
Have Faith.
- Mal
- "Tell me a story—a small story, a true story (or as true as you can tell it)—a story from your heart, a story from your life. Tell me of a time when you lost something—your keys, your heart, your mind, your mother or father, your way in the world—or tell me about a small joy you had today. Tell me a story—and your telling it will change you—and your telling it will change me—and such stories will move us both closer to the light." -Lynn Nelson
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