The Truth

Within your mind, behind the walls that you've built so diligently over time, between your insecurities and your intellectual flaws, lies the truth. The insignificant factor we so rarely accept. The words, the images, the memories we force ourselves to overlook so as to defeat the restless instability; the things we ignore that could, quite possibly, be the source of many a sleepless nights if let loose upon our unsuspecting thoughts. Sometimes I wonder if an extemporaneous young being could handle these truths, containing such a naive mind frame. If they could withstand the pain their simple minds inflict upon those around them, if they unleashed it upon themselves. They are unknowing, ignorant even, to the reality of it all. Could they rightfully be blamed for their wrong doings? Could they be considered a storm? Or would they be thought of as more of a drizzle... brought on and thoroughly provoked by adolescence? Inexcusable as they are, can your faults be forgiven? Are there exceptions to morality? As I ponder these thoughts... I realize how truly wonderful it is to be so righteously damned.