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The pain that comes with knowing


They say that truth hurts. That hearing it is a release of honesty but a sharp incision in the heart. The truth can free you of the anxiety but it can bind you to feeling the consequences of its reality. Anchoring you. The thing in telling the truth is that though it’s an honest act, a moral act, that doesn’t mean that what you have to say is what others would like to hear.
“I find myself drowning in yesterdays, and talking to sadness.” She says. And that’s when she gets that look. That confused, hurtful, shocked, gleam in the eyes look.
I’m sitting at my favorite coffee shop over hearing a conversation near by of a girl who recently broke up with her boyfriend. He cheated on her or so she says and she finds herself at the time heartbroken. Her friends gently pats her shoulder and says “it was better to find out the truth than to continue to live a lie.” And she sighs.
“I may have the truth now but I also have the pain that comes with it.” She replies.
Her friends says “You will be fine”. And a tear falls but the pain over comes her and she begins to cry uncontrollably as her friend reaches to hug her. As everyone just stares around her.

See the irony of being in your twenties is that you’re supposed to deal with things with the grace of an adult having only the experience of a child. And just like when you were a child some cuts and bruises hurt more than you’d like them to making you feel the worst kind of pain.
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