
Personal Reflection
Most people think the hardest truths are about the world.
Politics.
Other people.
Things that went wrong.
But the truth that hits the hardest is usually closer than that.
It’s the one about ourselves.
The habits we don’t want to admit.
The fears we pretend we don’t have.
The patterns we repeat even when we know better.
Seeing those things clearly takes more courage than arguing with anyone else ever will.
It’s easy to believe we know who we are.
We build stories about ourselves —
about what kind of person we are,
what we believe,
what we would never do.
Then life puts us in a situation that doesn’t fit the story.
And suddenly the truth shows up.
Not the version we like.
Not the version we tell people.
The real one.
Cherríe Moraga understood that the real danger isn’t being wrong.
It’s refusing to look.
Because once you stop looking, you stop growing.
You stop changing.
You stop understanding yourself at all.
And that kind of blindness feels safe…
until it doesn’t.
Maybe honesty isn’t about telling the truth to other people.
Maybe it starts with being willing to hear the truth when it’s about you.
Reflective Prompt
What truth about yourself have you avoided, even when part of you already knew it was there?
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I think listening to my daughter’s tearful truth about a selfish behavior I’d been displaying. The accepting of the truths I hear about my own behavior are sobering, but healthy sometimes if they’re valid. Truth can be painful but it’s still the truth, which is better than the alternative… hugs
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I hate when my daughters call me on my crap. The way strings words together to deliver the boom … I blame their mama…smh. But, our children make us better, yeah
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I love this, very well said. Makes you stop and reflect.
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thank you
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