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Ing Tutu na N'yan...(The Truth of the Matter...)

We all have our own circle of friends back home. We all have our own cherished moments with them which perhaps give us the confidence to say, “I can lose as many friends as I can here” Or maybe, we planted in our minds and hearts that all we are here for is solely to work and not to befriend or be a friend.

How far will these principles bring us? Or how close will they draw us to being “truly” true to ourselves?

I don’t know whether what I would further say will blow your top or not. But since being true is what you want I’ll give you a mild dose of it. And I hope this’ll tranquilize you.

There’s a very thin line which separates being true from being immature. It is such a valued discipline to be able to master one’s emotions, that is; to be able to stay aware of what is happening inside or outside of you and then be over and above.

I feel edgy to your reaction. And I really feel like punching your mouth. If I do so, do I satisfy your definition of truthfulness? And what if I don’t? Do I become a hypocrite?

I think being truthful is about being able to guard one’s senses, mouth, fist, hands, libido, eyes, etc. especially during peak scenarios. Because that is what we truly are—a refined first class animal. We don’t bite just because somebody took the bone. We don’t surprise people by raising our foot sideward and pee against the wall because we feel like peeing. Somebody may have taken our food and we get angry but we don’t bite just to display our so-called nature.

When emotions take over us we forget what we are. We become “not-ourselves” : Un-true or un-becoming of what we really are.

When we did or said something we thought have hurt others we justify by saying “I am being true to myself” Funny, but why do we have to explain if we think that the act we did exclusively involves “the I” and “the myself” On the lighter side, trying to explain means wanting to somehow relieve the hurt you caused to the concerned.

I’ll give you a list of what are true—

You want friends. And you are truly damn happy having them beside you. And that is true again—you want to be happy.

You want to apologize every time you hurt people– because that is “being you”– again a human being who instinctively knows that hurting can hurt.

You are good, loving, and a human being. You were born good and loving and that is the true-ness in you. 

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