Honesty is Mt. Everest. It’s unnerving. When faced, it’s met with a sense of awe in the nature of oneself. Everyone, even the wind, tries to go around it, but in the end, someone with enough courage conquers it for a brief wondrous moment of satisfaction.
Me: I like to boast that I reached the top, but it never was anything more than a Truman show. Even if others think it’s genuine, a suspicion always nests inside me and never stops chirping. And the majestic snow-topped peak hovers behind me, because I don’t care to face it.
