The Truth

Hello.

The subject of this “blog” is supposed to be when we found something that we thought to be true, like a fact, was actually a lie, or simply false. I’ve thought about this for a long time, and there are many things that I could write for this, but I don’t want to post any of them on the Internet, as it is a public space.

I suppose that the next best example would not be a moment of realization, so much as a slow realization of something. I think the best way to put it, was that I lost my belief.

At some point, I just realized that I didn’t really believe that there was magic in the world and a lot of other things that I had believed in for so long. I was sad, not just because I didn’t believe any more, and I can’t read a book without the nagging voice in the back of my head that says that it will never happen to me, but because it was sort of like a marker that I was no longer a child any more.

That may seem stupid to some people, especially the ones that can't wait to grow up, but I have never wanted to rush to the next stage. I wanted to stay a child in fact, because there are so many things that you can do when you are young. There are so many things that you don’t have to worry about, sometimes simply because you don’t understand them.

Somehow, there is a part of us that wants to believe that there is something else than this doddering existence. Something else than this monotonous circle. That escape really mattered to me, because I couldn’t—and still can't—find the excitement in a normal life. I look at the next twenty, thirty, forty years and I think that I wont be able to stand the sameness. When you lose that escape, it really is a blow. I think we all have to get over it though, it’s a challenge that we all face at some point, that there is no escape.

So, I’ve rambled enough.

Goodbye.