How we grow up

We hold a view, opinion or perspective. 

We hold it tight.

It informs our beliefs, actions and choices. The stronger the view or opinion holds us, the more fiercely we protect it from being revealed as a lie.

Cracks appear. Small at first. Things do not stack up.

We deny. Ignore. Smudge over.

Cracks persist.

They reach a dimension that defies ignorance. 

We peek into the chasm. 

The process of confrontation is hard. Brutal. 

Dreams and stories are shattered. 

We have to face the lie. Confront it head-on.

Only then can we begin the journey to a new perspective. 

To acceptance.

Forgiving ourselves for the closely held belief that turns out to be a lie is helpful.

The path is not easy. 

Growing up rarely is.

Whether the original belief was in Santa Claus, or that the Western Imperialistic Empire are the good guys, the truth is liberating. 

The process never ends, layers on layers of untruths shatter.

This is the way.

Photo Taken January 5th 2020, Article published January 5th 2026