If I were to point at a universality among all human beings, something that is consistent between them all without exception, it is knowing the truth. Were one to dig at another human, it reveals itself clear as a full moon in the bare night sky. This is one topic I have always struggled to find words to describe; when I say truth, I mean to say that within each person is the knowledge of how things really are. Not admitting to these truths is both commonplace and completely ridiculous. I find it utterly wasteful to hold any reservations when discussing something, considering a mode of action, trying to think of a solution, or any similar type of situation. Enough with it; everyone needs to be honest with themselves before they can be honest with other people. What you hold back is what's holding you back.
There was a particular situation earlier where someone confided something in me without giving me the whole story and then asked me what I thought about it. I dug into them for that truth hiding inside them, and got it out of them after a few minutes, but this was in my mind a completely unnecessary waste. Why didn't she just tell me how things really were in the first place? There was a hesitation, a denial of self-exposure she did everything to avoid. it was only after she admitted to herself what the real issue was that she was able to tell it to me as I dug into her. I explained the benefits of honesty with self, and she came away from it with that seed planted in her head (I hope).
I am close to in my element right now. Tightropes and razor-fine wires make up my natural habitat, and I take great joy in every fine twitch of my muscles and every lighting spark of thought, balancing thousands of things all at once with precision and grace. I am a pillar of strength, able to carry ten times my weight or more and have already been called upon to do so numerous times, both professionally and personally. (In the back of my mind, someone is annoyed that so many people I associate with are so ineffective, but the others reason that the difficulty of finding other people as ablaze as I am is too much to ask; how often is it you see a supernova?)
I've spoken of crafting myself, but only in the last week have I seen the fruits of doing so. There is a beauty and a majesty in creating a delicately tuned balance and flexibility that fascinates me; my building of physical prowess has become so much a part of me I feel listless if I can't stretch my arms, fingers, legs and strain toward something. My fingers claw at everything, wanting to hold a bow. My feet fidget on the ground, wanting to run.
