my skies arent blue today.

This, more than anything, is my secret weapon &kryptonight [simultaneously]. &Not because it exists- because I have recognized that it exists. Truth is perception.
Ever look at something, anything really, and wonder how it came to be? Not something romantic like why is the sky blue? But something real like How did I get to this low point in my relationship? What did I do to deserve this beautiful person loving me? ect. Ya know, the everyday questions one ponders on long enough to decide it doesn't really matter. Only, if thought about long enough- it does. Truth_ is_ decisive.

Can you handle the truth:
The irony of truth is that it, in fact, can always be handled. There is no opinion and/or idea that can be forced upon you so that you believe it. We choose what we believe. Likewise, every opinioin and/or idea can be sculpted and molded and twisted and stretched and all those innovative things [we unknowingly do] to the point of it existing [as we'd like]. Thus a new truth arouses. The settling point is that some us lack innovation in our own thinking. Some us lack hope beyond that which we can see. And some [&by some i mean most] of us like to be told what is and what isnt. We like to be dictated. But the bravehearts- they make a new truth exist if they're not content with what is. They see what isn't and make it so. They find a new way and believe it. &Thats the secret weapon. But its not meant to be used by the faint of hearts. So when a situation arouses to which you've preconceived you cant handle it- you already are. Recognizing something [even in your mind] automatically makes it real- which ambiguously coincides with fears, and goals, and love. But those are rainy day topics-

Today we focus on truth. Truth is what you believe. So today, i say, "my skies are, in fact, not blue."

Its a good place to be, guys.