Perspective.

Truth is what I make it. I twist it into whatever spectacular forms I desire, with no regard for others. It is my whim, my fancy, my play thing.

My perception, my eyes, is the chisel by which I shape this stone of truth of which you speak, and my heart is that which grinds it to dust.

I've wasted a lot of time trying to look at the world through rose tinted glasses. While a certain false perspective can be comforting, I'd rather see the ugly truth and cope. I'd rather see the monsters behind the smiling faces and know in my heart that I am alone.

Boskov:
I read your comment yesterday, and I've been trying to wrap my mind around it. Rather, I've been trying to articulate some sort of response that doesn't make me come off as too fluffy and/or an ass.

On the whole, my feelings rule over any common sense I might have. Logic will tell me there is one truth and my feelings will shout something totally different. I find myself believing in my feelings.

I am driven by feeling. It's a very dangerous game to play...

I find I can forgive anything but indifference. Thus far, anyhow.

Pilaf:
I don't have any rose tinted glasses. What I thought was truth was really the truth to me, at the time, based on my experiences.

I've learned to love monsters because there's a little, or a lot, of me in monsters.

I flaunt emotion over logic, myself.

I do not, however, disregard logic by anymeans. A balance of sorts is what I strive for, regardless of whether my emotions seem to take the reigns more often.

I try for balance, but for the most part it is something I fail miserably at.

I am at my best when out of balance though.

We share a comment ailment/gift, it would seem. To a degree, at least.

As to why I wrote it, I just started typing, then I posted it. I had nothing in mind when I wrote, the cursor was at on the left when I started, and then 15 seconds later, it was at the right. It just poured out.

I'd like to say it came from my heart, but I'm not sure from where that one came.

I would say, "As long as it was honest."

The last time I got into that business I ended up killing myself in the form of someone else.

That's nasty business though.

I will settle for it being touching though, and thought provoking- if only because I strained to find an adequate way to articulate my thoughts and even I failed, somewhat, to do that properly.

It doesn't matter the origin, I believe right now, it came out and that is what counts.