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Still thinking of how to put this into words

My lips still mumbling the words-oh my lord!

My mind is comfortable with the innocent view of you,

But an innocent act possibly misconstrued,

Leaves me totally unamused.

Do I still believe in you?

I mean, should I still believe in you?

Cos the future we talk about

Is shattered by what the present brings about.

I am not scared of being betrayed

Cos a good and caring mate is what I have portrayed,

And that puts my mind to peace.

But what shatters my heart to pieces,

Is the delicate trust I have in you,

Being threatened by everything you do.

Again

Here I am again,

Sitting alone again,

Even though you are right here,

The emptiness is more that I can bear.

The unwanted pill of rejection,

Aggravates the pain from exclusion.

I wonder if its all my fault,

The times I failed to be the bigger person,

The times I let

My personal urges take over.

I guess those are things I have to work on,

Those are things I have to fix.

I apologize,

For making you feel

The need to protect your emotions,

I guess that’s my job;

And I have gravely failed.

I want to be there for you,

I want to be your man,

But for me to be your man,

I want you to be my woman.

Trust me, believe me, love me.

You are what I want,

Lets just be together,

And look together,

Into the brightest of futures.

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

I was watching a show on tv earlier tonight, and the above phrase was used in conversation. As usual, I thought of the possible unspoken meanings the sentence could carry. Then in the minefield of my mind, I stumbled across the concept of truth and its absoluteness or relativity. I smiled.

What is really true? what do we accept as truth? do those two questions have the same answer? if not why? I have come to the conclusion that we as humans make up our own version of reality to suit our mental comfort. We choose to disregard some truths that might make us uncomfortable, and disagree with what differs with what we believe. The republican version of absolute truth differs from the democratic version; and vice versa. The Israeli version of the truth is different from the Palestinian version; and vice versa.

So this makes me think: what is the truth. who is right? I am aware of few fundamental truths in life (like God and gravity), but beyond that, everything else is murky. Its what I have either been taught to believe as true, which might conflict with other peoples points of truth (that's okay); or what I have accepted as real and true, which might as well be a figment of my own imagination.

So in the end we discover that what really matters is that which we hold dear; we guard our truths with mortal armors of combat; we debate other versions of truth when ours feel threatened; we wage war against other nations because we feel we are doing what is right, what is true, just to be able to hold on to that feeling that our truth is superior to other's. What a fickle ideology.

There are only a few fundamental, absolute truths, and those are the only ones that deserve to be held on to. Whether or not they are good for your beauty sleep.