Truth

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For reasons that I’m not quite sure of, the past few days have been rough for me. I think this might be in part because of a new medication that I am on, but non the less, it’s made me stop and think about a lot of things.

I was thinking about truth, this started in thinking about photography and how I am so quick to run something through my photo editor. The truth of the photo is still there, but perhaps not exactly the way the photo came out. I like to think I only edit the photo, to let the person seeing it look through my eyes at what I might have seen. But sometimes, I enhance it, I saturate the colors, I darken the background, I clean up the spots.

I was wondering how often we do this in our lives. Attempt to make things seem just a little better than they are. Maybe this isn’t always a bad thing, maybe sometimes it even helps. But what happens when you photo shop a little too much of life? You know those pictures that people turn one thing into a completely different thing? Aside from asking myself, “what’s the point?”, I wonder why we do this to photos, and why we do this in life.

We got together with good friends over the weekend, friends who know all of the details about what happened in my last job. We talked about why people (that being us) somehow can find themselves in such a horrible situation, and not be able to tell anyone the truth. I always used to think the truth, no matter what, eventually comes out. That justice wins, every time. But I’m not so sure anymore about that. Maybe it’s our need to try desperately to filter every thing through an editor first. Maybe we just don’t want to see the entire truth. Maybe it’s just that ugly and painful to really think about the truth. The thing I do know, about my photo editor.. .You can always go back. You can always undo the process, and all the edits. You can press the “reset” button, and see it for what it is.

Sometimes, I wish we had that button in life. I wish that we could press re-set and get a second chance. In the case of my previous job, I wish justice would just win, and that the truth would come out, but it’s not my truth to tell, it’s just a truth that has a heavy burden on my soul.
I suppose that I still have a small amount of hope that justice will still win, that truth will still come out, and that the people hiding in the corners of deception would come to understand that the re-set button is there to press.