Life

People percieve truth as a far-seeing light, that exposes everything it touches. Truth creates balance. Truth fixes all. But most importantly, truth is bright. Why?
I think there is only a bare few who quite understand the absurdity of it all.
I don't understand why truth must be light. What then, when truth is far more sinister than a thousand lies? What then, when truth lay in shadows?
Was it a bright truth when my parents told me they were seperating? Was it a bright truth that Paul was an alchoholic?
No. A thousand times, no.
But that does not mean that one cannot make light of a dark truth. There is no point in lingering on a bad situation. I do not resent that I had to cook and clean when my parents were seperated. Instead, I relished the "learning experience," every day thinking how life could always be worse.
And it could have been-- only the people who don't watch the news, or are the subject of the news are dissatisfied with their lives.
So right now I'm starting a trend-- every time something bad happens to you, remind yourself that it could always be worse. Try it sometime, I solemnly vow that it even has the power to change who you are.