I’ve wondered, lately......how honest can you be with someone, someone you care about?
How far can you push or pull, with your straight forward, shoot from the hip honesty, before there is complete and utter breakdown? I’ve wondered this, lately, and I’ve wondered why I push, and push, and push----See how honest I am, and see how honest you can be with yourself, along with me!
Who am I, here, the teacher, or the student in this potentially destructive tug-of-war of psychological drama?
I’ve come to realize, it’s not just being honest with someone, it’s why this honesty seems to be so necessary, important for me at the time, and that time speaks volumes for skewing that so-called honest perspective. Frayed ends, ......Speaking while being hurt, or angry, or I might add, disillusioned in myself, or in others.......
I run and run and run towards, and I pull, and I pull, and I pull myself back....pushing and pulling that someone along with me. I’ve found I’ve worn out that connection - starting to unravel and destroy myself, and the link between us, while never knowing the outcome on the other side. I hear an echo of a tearing. How many bodies do we lay waste in this tug-of-war of honesty? Silence, deadly silence, is what I now hear from the other side.
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