Thoughts on Clarity
I’ve always believed in telling it how it is. Life’s too short to sugar-coat and while some people often label me initially as harsh, or even on occasion, rude, it quickly becomes apparent that it’s with the most amount of love I say what I say. In the long run, it’s better. For a while I’ve been trying to explain the feeling that comes from not keeping things from people, maybe the below is as close as I’ll get.
In a world where clear communication is a scarcity, it’s unusual to find yourself in a clear state. Nothing more needs to be said. To have a clear conscience is a rare event. We usually bury deep, but there comes a point where the hole is full. No more can be squeezed in. It all comes out to relieve the pressure that was building.
Like an earthquake, an earth shattering event, your foundations are shaken to the core. When the shaking stops you realise there’s nothing left. It’s all burst free and amid the rubble, there’s space. For what? No one really knows.
In reality nothing has changed except for perception. What you believed was untellable seems trivial; banal even. It seems an insult to you that you thought it wise to keep it away from others.
Clarity, like a clear summers day, is everything it’s cracked up.
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