I was talking to a friend at work the other day when our conversation drifted to the topic of who we are. He said a phrase that I cannot seem to get out of my head, "I have no desire to live in a world of fiction."
A World of Fiction. Having first heard the phrase, I knew that I had lived here there for some time. I surrounded myself with what I thought would make me happy, make me grow, make me proud of the person I was becoming; but some of it was a facade. More than I cared to realize. I grew comfortable in this land of fiction. I made a home, and even decorated my walls.
Today, I am taking down my picture frames. I am packing up my belongings and I am leaving this World of Fiction behind me. I am leaving for a World of Truth. Somewhere where honesty will seep out of my pores and engulf me. Somewhere I will choose to only be true to myself and what is best for me. Somewhere that I know I need to be. Somewhere that I will be surrounded by raw, pure, exposed veracity. I will build a new home, and fill it with new decorations.
Because I no longer have the desire to live in a World of Fiction.
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