Writing what my life is, I tend to pick one person and I like to pretend I’m telling them.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Channeling my characters, that’s easy compared to telling my secrets to you. That makes me vulnerable.

Who doesn’t like being vulnerable?

Most people.

When we are vulnerable we understand how easily we can get hurt.

I’m not a masochist, nor am I a sadist.

I prefer not to receive pain, and I don’t like giving pain.

However the truth hurts, and it’s my dedication to the truth that hurts me and makes me feel like a masochist.

Then I share the truth and I feel like a sadist.

This is what I worry about.

How to tell the truth without hurting anyone.

I feel as if it can’t be done. If the truth hurts this much, how much suffering are we living in?

That’s what I think about.

Truth ends suffering.

That’s where this goes everytime. As much as I don’t want to hurt people, the truth is a sting in comparison to the lies we live in suffering.

So, I tell the truth.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.