Doing the Right Thing

I am so tired, so exhausted.
I'm just trying to be right this entire time.
And what do I find in all of this...?
wrongs everywhere...!

Everywhere, I see brokenness in me.
Everywhere I reach, I find emptiness.

It's cost is priceless.
but yet, it demands every bit of me.
A piece of you.
A piece of him.
A piece of her.

Being right is like running yourself into a giant wall,
continuously.
Each time you hit the wall,
you feel the need to explain why you did so.
Sometimes, you even yell at the wall
for being a wall.

Soon enough, you'll realize...
"Right" was painful.
"Right" was sacrificial.
"Right" was stressful.
"Right" was tiresome.
"Right" was distracting.
"Right" was such a big waste of time.
There is no end to being right.
"Right" was so wrong.

I desperately reach out
for the shattered pieces.
Trying to make sense.
Too much noise.
Too many lies..
I can hardly concentrate.

I reached within myself.
Seeking the Truth.
There He is.

Finally, a place of quietness.
Sometimes, the "right" seems as if it is the most "wrong" thing to do.
And your biggest mistake, your biggest regret seemed so right at that time.

Our world is broken.

Truth is the treasure we must all learn to conserve.

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.
~Tad Williams

Truth speaks louder than words.

You don't need to explain Truth.

There is no fear in Truth.

Truth is just is.

I seek the Truth.

Mark Twain once said,
I can lie, but I won't.

Now I will say,
I can't lie, so I won't.