The Stories We Tell Ourselves

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The stories we tell ourselves, that we can only imagine to be true, trust to be true, believe with all our hearts to be hold truth, regardless of whether or not we wish to it be so. But wait. What about the stories others tell themselves, and those told by the people next to them, or next to them, without end? Yes, this is a conundrum. Because out of collective stories no truth is known unless it’s told to each other, agreed upon, seen instead of imagined, and lived instead of mulled upon for hours in obscurity. And even then not everyone can be reached who has a say. Imagine how this is further compounded by history and hearsay. Maybe it’s time to listen with your heart and let it be your reciever and judge. Let’s start there to find our collective truth. Trust that if you listen with an open heart, and love as the barometer, that truth will always come to you without distortion.