I think it’s sad when we’re too scared to be who we really are.

I’ve been there.  And the self betrayal hurts.

When the Reality we’ve been appearing to live, is just an appearance, it always vanishes in time.  BECAUSE it is not Real.

I found it far more Loving to be who I am and live a reality that’s real.

While placing responsibility of responses to me, being me, squarely upon other people’s shoulders who respond.

Of course,  I’m coming from a reality where substance of character is all that counts.  Where it doesn’t matter if I’m “right”.   It only matters how I respond to what I qualify as “wrong”.

Am I Understanding?  Am I Accepting?  Am I Tolerant?  Am I Compassionate?

or Am I Condemning?  Am I Rejecting?

I don’t happen to see anything ‘wrong’ with prostitutes.

It’s lack of Integrity of Being that submarines our false realities every time.  Being ‘good’ or ‘right’ doesn’t count as much as being ‘real’ and ‘genuine’.

The more Real we are, the more Power over Reality we enjoy.

The more unreal we are, the more we live in fear of being found out.