Liar, Liar

I'm a liar.

Then again, so are you--we all are. We lie when people ask us how we are. We lie when we tell ourselves that we are happy with the daily grind. We lie when we say we aren't still hurt by a crude comment. We lie when we say we're okay that someone threw our heart away, or forgot about us.

We lie because society tells us we don't have a choice. Society tells us that we cannot show weakness. Society says, suck it up, it's not a big deal.

We bottle it up and bury ourselves. We confront our problems at the bottom of bottle, underneath a stranger or from behind our resumes. We hope that maybe, just maybe, we can fake it long enough to convince ourselves that this is what we want.

But if we are honest, we all begin to ask, is this as good as it gets? This is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? Chasing worldly success and every quick fix hoping that maybe we can feel again? Or worse, hoping to not feel anymore?

It's funny how all the things that are supposed to make us "feel good" begin to leave us feeling more empty than before.

The dreamer I used to be is desperately searching for an alternative, she is screaming, "What about the experiences you had in Costa Rica? What about those nights you said you were going to change the world? What about Isezerano?"

If this is all I have to look forward, then every sacrifice I have ever made was made in vain. If all we have to hope for is a life of convenience, then every martyr who was burned at the stake has died in vain. If all we have to live for is pursuing the next task and awaiting the next phase of our lives just to escape again, then why do we have troops in the Middle East dying for our freedom? Surely, it's not so we can overindulge and overwork ourselves.

There's gotta be something more...Isn't that what our hearts are begging for?

It is the whisper that shouts, but we all walk through life knowing deep down that there is something more waiting for us. I can't tell you what that looks like for your life. Honestly, I don't even know what it looks like in my own life. I can, however, say that it finding this usually starts with a simple realization--every single person on this planet feels the same way.

So what if maybe, just maybe, we could be eachother's purpose? What if we chose to love and lift those around us? What if we could look in our communities and reach out to the broken?

It's about so much more than feeding the homeless or adopting a three-legged puppy. It is about living a life in which you are in constant pursuit of connection with others. It's about letting go of your pride and letting someone in.

Maybe we can prove society wrong and we can all start being a little more honest. We can look ourselves and our friends in the eyes and say, "I don't want to live this way anymore."