Tuesday.
i feel like a liar. i speak as a proponent of so much that is right and good, and fail to live as a proponent of such so often.
i'm a walking, talking dichotomy. The personification of doublethink and thought crime all in one. i can methodically list and rave about the tenets of what is true and healthy and loving, and consistently i take my hand off the idealistic bible that i just swore on and methodically tear it into illegible scraps.
Sometimes, what i think is the truth, isn't really the truth at all.
"...Clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Make allowance for each other’s faults..."
i'm a walking, talking dichotomy. The personification of doublethink and thought crime all in one. i can methodically list and rave about the tenets of what is true and healthy and loving, and consistently i take my hand off the idealistic bible that i just swore on and methodically tear it into illegible scraps.
Sometimes, what i think is the truth, isn't really the truth at all.
"...Clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Make allowance for each other’s faults..."