Truth – A Perspective

What if truth is actually perspective?

Then truth ain’t a single straight fence line running across the field.
It’s more like a quilt —
same scraps, different hands, different stitches,
different reasons for where the seam turns.

If truth were only one rigid thing, it would break people.
Perspective is the mercy that lets truth be held
without shattering the holder.

And when empathy shines light on perspectives beyond your own,
larger truths begin to flow,
held and carried by compassion.

I’ve heard truth spoken like a hammer.
I’ve also seen that very same truth
spoken like a warm hand on the back.

This is how humans actually survive reality:

A child can’t hold the full truth of a violent home,
so the mind bends it.
That’s not lying.
That’s mercy.

A dying man can’t hold the full truth of what he’s leaving,
so he tells a story that lets him go easier.
That’s not denial.
That’s grace.

A woman can’t hold the truth
of how much she gave
and how little was returned,
so she reframes it as strength.
That’s not weakness.
That’s self-preservation.

Truth does not become clearer by becoming cruel.
Nothing sacred ever has.