Poetry, Musings and Memoirs – True Tales of My Life
TELL THE TRUTH
I found this YouTube video – it’s a little unusual, agreed, but there’s a message in it that someone very dear to me needs to hear to enable her to heal. No more words …
Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ...
... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full.
I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else.
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7 thoughts on “TELL THE TRUTH”
And what if the truth – despite all the pain that has come before – feels like it will absolutely destroy you?
what ruins will lie in ashes – and if there is no strength for rebirth?
I’m not quite sure I have the answers to those thoughts, Pat. In the path of its destruction, it will ignite and incinerate those around her and then what is left, as you say? Dust from the ashes or a phoenix from the ashes? It could go either way – life or death x
Thanks for calling in, Pat. I’ve just found this quote which sort of answers the questions above in a random sort of way: ‘And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom’ xxx
He’s certainly right that sometimes family members can hurt people more than friends do. In general, I think it’s better to tell the truth. I do believe in the concept of white lies too, though. If my wife asks me what I think of her new dress or whatever, the truth may not be the first thing that pops to mind.
I don’t think there is any harm in telling a few white lies either. Sometimes, being honest is not always the right policy if the truth is going to badly hurt someone’s feelings when it’s not necessary x
Essentially Ellie 
And what if the truth – despite all the pain that has come before – feels like it will absolutely destroy you?
what ruins will lie in ashes – and if there is no strength for rebirth?
I’m not quite sure I have the answers to those thoughts, Pat. In the path of its destruction, it will ignite and incinerate those around her and then what is left, as you say? Dust from the ashes or a phoenix from the ashes? It could go either way – life or death x
Thanks for calling in, Pat. I’ve just found this quote which sort of answers the questions above in a random sort of way: ‘And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom’ xxx
true ….. and no, Ellie …. I didn’t expect you or anyone else necessarily to have the answers ….. just thinking aloud, as it were.
He’s certainly right that sometimes family members can hurt people more than friends do. In general, I think it’s better to tell the truth. I do believe in the concept of white lies too, though. If my wife asks me what I think of her new dress or whatever, the truth may not be the first thing that pops to mind.
I don’t think there is any harm in telling a few white lies either. Sometimes, being honest is not always the right policy if the truth is going to badly hurt someone’s feelings when it’s not necessary x
That’s true. Telling my wife the truth about her dress may hurt her feelings followed shortly by my nose. 🙂