Another Sunday, another load of laundry, another trip to visit mum and pick up groceries. Sitting watching the chickadees battle the sparrows for possession of the feeder I am very much aware of how, not only the weekend has slipped away, but also the summer, and if being truthful, my life. I would like to capture and paste to a mobius strip this point in time, a ground hog day of sorts where contentment with puttering in the garden, having another cuppa in the sunshine and watching the birds is embraced.
I’ve just returned to my computer from adding the rinse agent and have secured another latte with a sprinkling of cinnamon on top. The sparrows seem to have taken the hill. Such are the simple things in life that are good. I hear the nostaligic sounds of the ice cream man in the neighbourhood and I know that somewhere along the way I started to listen to the lie and then to believe it transforming it into a truth.
You know that truth. That truth that working hard at a job will get you something, somewhere down the years. The truth that investing for a retirement will mean freedom 55, or that owning a house is a worthwhile goal for all. Education means better paying job, vacines cause autism, increased security means increased safety, food from within 100 miles is better for you and the environment. These truths, and others of varying truthiness, which are in thier own truth, simply opinions put forward in the hopes that expressing an opinion in firm, stanch wording will move it from ‘I wish and hope this to be true’ to ‘this is true’.
Believe enough impossible things before breafast and by supper you will have bought the lie. From there is is but a small step to living it.
We all lie to ourselves and create our own Truthiness to which we turn to for comfort and direction. Unable to face an existence spinning wildly around a massive burning inferno, living on the edge of doom, we smile and stretch in the warmth of the sun and plan for a retirement basking, relaxing and avoiding looking directly into the face in the mirror.
We have quite a few sayings in our culture about truth. It will set you free, it is stranger than fiction, it cannot be hidden, it is inconvertable, it is precious, self-evidnet…all true and all lies. There is but one truth.