"What is the truth?" we ask.
Many seem to think they have found the answer,
When in reality, all they have found is another work, added to the overflowing shelves.
The overflowing shelves of facts, opinions, lies, and truths.
They are the principles of society.
They are what caused the tears in our world.
They are what divides us.
I often find myself perusing this library of words.
At first, I am browsing to find answers or solace,
But in the end, I find myself farther from finding the truth.
I feel lost, like I am on a journey and have lost my place on a map.
Many feel the same way when fishing for answers.
How do we find our place again?
How do we continue where we left off?
How do we stay on-route?
We live in a time where opinion is what makes or breaks a person.
Everyone starts their life with an empty basket for carrying opinions.
As time passes, we are given a few opinions from others.
We gather the opinions from everywhere: from people, places, things,
And as we get older, we sort them.
We sort the good from the bad.
We sort the complex from the simple.
We sort the important from the useless
We sort the accepted from the unaccepted.
These questions we ask ourselves have no universal answer.
We cannot come up with a logical solution.
No amount of time spent calculating will give us a value for x, y, and z.
Because x, y, and z have different values for everyone.
Though we don't know which route to take
Though we may never find our way,
Though we sometimes have to walk blindly,
The truth is never the same for everybody.
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𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 (miscellaneous pieces)
RandomThese are all independent of one another. It's a collection of pieces that I wanted to put here. tw: mentions of suicide, mental illness, violence
