Turning a lie into the living truth.

Don’t mind getting up in the middle of the night.  Because it’s a good time to write. To think. Usually, I’m in a very relaxed frame of mind. Upon waking. And thoughts flow easier that way. Of course, I’m generally relaxed during the day, too. But it’s different. When one has just come out of sleep. And any dream is still fresh.  I’m more likely to remember the details. Not necessarily the significance. That takes time.  To percolate. Tonight’s dream was about honesty. And how easily it is to get trapped in a lie. A subject I wrote about a day or two ago. Facing up to the truth. That there’s a tendency for many of us to avoid the truth. To alter reality. To lie to ourselves. And that maybe that’s the worst kind of lie. Lying to one’s self. Makes me wonder if lies can be good, too. In getting one through life. Maybe a lie is a wish. A fervent wish for something. And that’s how some wishes come true. In one’s own mind. Maybe happiness is that way. It’s a state of mind. One has to find a way to genuinely believe in happiness.   Even in difficult situations. Maybe that is achieved with a lie, of sorts. Self-deception. That could be a good lie. Because the lie becomes the living truth. Becomes one’s reality.  A way to come out of depression. –Jim Broede