In a recent social experiment, i have encountered what I have come to call the "Selective Amnesia" factor.
This factor by definition seems to be understood as self-evident, but indeed beneath the lies and cover-ups, there seems to lie a simple truth... That although fully conscious of the details or the lies we omit or add... we choose to temporarily believe such, and in doing so fool not the target the "white lies" were intended for... but instead, ourselves... leaving us in a perpetual "suspension of disbelief" and rendering us drones readily left ripe for the pickings of anyone that walks in on the fairy tales or nightmares, told to ourselves by ourselves... in essence, we live the lies of our own choosing, and become dependent on them once we have become accustomed to having them around us, and therein lives the "secrets" that we often label as skeletons, for what are they but those "truths" that we have chosen to ignore or not listen to. We walk as absentee landlords to the bodies we inhabit, and in doing so we miss the most important reason for being... To Live.
We are so used to being stuck in the details, or on the deniability of our actions. We remain forever glamored by the "Selective Amnesia". We dream of a reality that does not exist, except in our head. We therefore remain stuck, in limbo, floating, and worst of all LOST. Lost in a sea of confusion, that if we had our head on straight we would see through. We would find a solution. We would swim, and therefore drown no more.
So what holds us back? The lies. The Fear. The Conflict. The Acceptance. The Peace.
Are we afraid to simply let go, and allow to happen what must? Are we afraid to let others down truly? or are we merely afraid of their opinion of us being unfavorable? Is it that we truly empathize, and wish not to hurt others with the truth to our lies? Or is it that we fear conflict, and choose not to face a reality that we do not approve of? Is this facade merely a tactic to further remain hidden from ourselves? Are we afraid to face the truth for what it is? To see life not be perfect as we dream?
Is it that we are afraid to be who we were truly meant to be? Simply because we do not yet see, and we are afraid to have some faith? So in a nut shell... is it faith that we lack? Faith in ourselves. Faith in nature. Faith in our fellow human being. Faith in the system. Faith in our family. FAITH IN LIFE... after all, the number one reason we fret and doubt, remain scared and amnesiac, is simply because we do not "understand" why? Why are we here? What is our purpose? Because we feel we have the need to "know" or "understand" all. But what is knowing, but being sure. Being sure, is nothing more than faith. So in the end the answer is simple...
Have a little faith. That perhaps the things we do not understand were meant to be this way for now. Perhaps when the time is right we will know the answers we seek. Perhaps if we simply ask... we shall receive? Maybe not? The important thing to remember is: That nothing is certain, except the uncertain.
We do not always have to have all the answers. We do not have to always understand. Our lives have meaning in the search alone. To ignore parts of the journey we call life, because the details do not agree with you, somehow seems like cheating. Bubbles are OK for protection, but remember to use them only as needed. To live in one, isolates you from the mission in life we all have... To live each day in the fullest... because the greatest gift we have been given has been the experience of each day as we wake-up and take in the beauty that surrounds us, in addition to the pains and sorrows. All of it is an experience that is dependent on all it's aspects. Not just the ones we choose.