I feel as though Ive spent my entire life going through a series of illusions-
each one a a bonafied truth until, the truth be known, I find I have been living yet another hopeful lie. From my fear of the darkness and the Boogeyman that turned out to be a coat hanging on a closet door to seeing someone that made my heart skip a beat yet afraid to speak my heart for being rejected, I have lived a continual lesson that for me, as a human being, nothing is ever what it seems...
Still, standing here in what should be my years of knowing better, I keep finding myself in the illusions of my life- the illusions created by my desires,
my beliefs, my hopes and my fears. as I go through each open door and discover how blind Ive been, I forget everything Ive learned and proceed toward the next door...
Illusions- the illusion that no one gets me- that I am too something or another, that I am at all anything other than what I am is here again.
Id thought Id share that.

That will never stop.

(((((D))))) Good to see you again....I get you

Point is for me that: it is all truth- if even for a moment. Truth is belief, faith is the belief of things unseen, and seeing reveals truth.
So' I guess it's as we knew all along-
that truth is continually revealing itself, and that everything- including truth, changes....