What are facts and how do they impact your world? How many facts have you tossed out due to their content or perhaps that go against your ideals? Are there more than one set of facts? Do we each get our own and do they have to match anyone else?
How many relationships end due to the fact that we don't agree on the facts?
Who gets to decide the validity of facts?
It seems life is made more complicated by the facts or perhaps by the fact we don't all accept the facts.
Not only not accept them; but live a life unchanged by them.
What does it say about a person who can hear a new fact, that changes the character of someone, and it doesn't create change in their world?
In the conversations that I have had with my family about my father and his crimes, is that most agree on the facts, and yet most did nothing to change their lives after.
It was as if the fact itself had no real power.
That something was stronger than the facts themselves.
However, in my life the facts carried the ability to upend my whole life.
Why, remains the million dollar question.
I lived my first 46 years without the fact that I was abused by my father, that my father was an abuser, that my mother knew and remained married, faithful to him and her religion. A religion that blessed away his sins of crime. Yet, I was dumb to these facts.
Without the facts, my life was in direct conflict with the facts.
That is denial.
Just because I didn't have the facts, it didn't mean they didn't exist.
Can you bring in life altering facts and be unmoved by them?
Isn't that in itself denial?
I am watching the exchanges about facts and ponder the fact, that if you yourself haven't embraced all your truths, can you be a discerning person about truths.
Truths of all kinds.
I looked up the definition of facts.
"a thing that is indisputably the case."
Synonyms are Reality, Actuality and Certainty.
What happens when you play in life without facts?
When they come in and have the power to destroy what you love, can you merely turn them away?
I am a recovering person of denial. My wellness, or peace, depends upon accepting all facts, regardless of their content to upset my world.
Anxiety to me, is to live a few steps from reality. I want to walk hand and hand, step by step with the facts, no matter where they lead.
So, as people discuss this fact or that fact, I am more interested in how they themselves live out the facts of their lives. Can you really see the truth in others, before you know your own?
I think you can see, or not see, at the same level of your own personal blindness.
And, that has nothing to do with the facts themselves, just our ability to truly see them. Let alone our ability to act in kind.
What happens when you find out you were abused by your father? Do you keep the relationship or let it go? What is more important, the fact OR what you do after the fact?
Just as marriages often crumble after affairs, what happens to the reality of your relationship when a new fact arrives; one that is directly opposing love, trust or respect?
If you continue on, regardless of the new fact, do you get a relationship of value?
What changes; the fact itself or you?
Oddly, I became stronger for accepting what is, and allowing the facts to change my life. They allowed me to define my boundaries and self-worth. Even while knowing I was abused by my father, I grew in self-worth, when I set the boundary against him.
My self-worth grew each time I set a boundary with the arrival of new facts.
For, I truly understood, the consequences of discarding facts – denial.
Denial of me, and the facts that made me.
My actions Are the facts of who I am.
They are my reality.
My old self was undefinable. She was unchanged by facts. She withstood an onslaught of things that insulted her soul. But, no more.
Facts matter, and your response to them, matters more.
I M Perfect lady 