Anybody can make something up and have it sound believable. The hard part is remembering all the lies you've told, and all the people you've told them to, and then living the lies that have become your life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have a hard time keeping a story straight when I tell the truth because when you start lying you have to remember what you said, and I'm not very good at that.
The thing that grounds you, and the thing that really gives you a sense of wholeness, is your family, friends and your community. Those are the things that can mirror back to you what you're experiencing, and can affirm to you that the stories you are telling are true.
Maybe I don't believe things myself, as well. Truth is such a transient thing.
At some point, a flash of sustained clarity reveals the difference between what someone would have you believe is true, and what you know from the depths of your own heart to the peaks of your soul to be true. What happens after that is up to you.
What you hear repeatedly you will eventually believe.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
When you read something you have written, you have to confront some of the lies you have been telling yourself.
The ideas dictate everything, you have to be true to that or you're dead.
I can't establish the veracity of what people say because only they know whether they are telling the truth. I can't look into your mind, can I?
You have to be able to wake up in the morning and say, 'I've been true.'