Other Revelations

Fuck. What is this life? What will we ever know? We won't. So who's to say what is or what isn't. Who has the privilege of distinguishing truth against fictionalization? We all know know the unanswerable answer, We just all choose to disbelieve it. Yet, it is always there, beneath the surface. It dwells and reminds. It doesn't matter if we had ever had a time of innocence, all that matters is who we are now and what we have become. The future is all we have at the present. It is the invisible strength that renders us vulnerable and compassionate. And without both, we would not nearly be as whole of a person as anybody ever could. But then again, who's to say what's what and who's to say whom's whom.