I know its Sunday because I’m feeling philosophical!
Something about the passing of one week and being on the brink of a new one always seems to get me pondering on life.
This week I’ve been thinking about what it means to be truthful and honest.
Sadly, I’ve been misled and lied to quite a few times in my life.
I’ve had friends and family ask me if I feel naive, gullible, and even downright stupid to have fallen for someone’s guff yet again.
It’s not nice to realise someone you believed in and cared about has lied to you, and yes, it can make you feel blind and stupid, but my answer to that question is always the same: No matter what the scenario, I’d rather be the trusting, naive fool than the lying, cheating, using bastard/bitch.
I, at least, can look at my reflection in the mirror as I brush teeth and hair and know the person looking back at me has honour and integrity. That the reflection meeting my gaze truly lives by: My word is my bond.