It’s my truth.
And you are wrong.
Because if you’re right,
Then I must be wrong.
But what if… we’re both right?
What if each of us has our own truth..
Then what?
How do we even begin to understand each other?
How do we reach out a hand?
How do we find peace?
The first step
is simply to see it.
That it hurts you.
And it hurts me.
Something different in each of us.
Same topic
at the same time
but the table we sit at
looks completely different from every side.
What hurts us
Screams,
Scratches,
and gets Angry.
“Don’t you see?!”
“How could you?!”
And everyone feels that.
Only… we’re each hurting in a different way.
And all we hear is ourselves.
At a shared table,
there’s no one single truth.
There are as many truths
as there are emotions in each person sitting there.
Wow… that’s a lot.
The real question is:
Are we ready
to finally talk to each other?
The real question is:
Are we ready
to finally listen?
