The Bitter Truth

We all love to make those beautiful sandcastles when on sandy beaches, don’t we? It’s a piece of art and if worked upon properly can be an extreme delight to the eye. When making sandcastles one has to aptly mix fine and coarse sand granules so that the balance is restored. Come to think of it our life is also pretty much the same- a befitting mixture of fine and coarse things. You have more of either and things go haywire, making life one big mess. What we can do is to work up a magic with sand and water to make the whole thing look breathtakingly beautiful. But what we cannot do is to live in that beautiful castle of sand. As prepossessing as it might be but the truth is that it’s far far away from reality: the so called truth.

That’s truth for us. Not to say that we all not know how bitter it is. Let us, for an instance, see how much of truth do we seek. Most of us ask for an opinion stating that we would ideally want to know the truth. Next time anyone does that, try doing psychoanalysis of the person and you would know how much one is interested in the ideal truth that he/she so promptly talks about. Here’s the real deal. Before asking for any kind of opinion we already form a preconceived one, in most cases. So what we actually do is to reconfirm it from the other person. If we get an affirmation we gladly accept it as a sound advice and if we don’t then we look for a second opinion. Apropos, if both the first and the second opinion live up to our expectations then we get really sure about the whole thing. Funny how the human mind works, eh? So what can clearly be seen is that we want anything but the truth in most cases.

Now that we talk about truth, let’s also talk about the one thing which makes it so god damn difficult to admit truth. That my friends is, hope. Why hope? Well, hope is the source of ones greatest strength and at the same time ones greatest weakness. Hope, innumerably, sees us through times where uncertainty prevails. But there are also times when it’s the damn hope that keeps us from accepting the truth. The thing about truth is that it gets bitterer and even more rancid, as time progresses. So the sooner we accept it the better off we are; else there’s life waiting to teach us the hard way.

To get rid of our false hopes what we ideally need is a hard slap of reality. It has to be really hard so that it brings all our false hopes crashing down. We need to understand that we can’t actually live in those castles of sand that look so aesthetic. Good part is that life is cruel enough or perhaps provident to make us realise. Matter-of-factly, it really hurts but at the same time it does what it’s supposed to do- open your goddamn eyes to the bitter truth.