Can you honestly say that you know what is real in your life anymore? Can you identify what is tangible? Can you sort out fact from fiction? The definition of “real” has shifted within the last few years. We have people in positions of power who deny the truth. We have a majority of people on social media projecting false images. We have an entire world full of people living in different realities that fit their own narrative.
We have reality television, which by this point we all realize is fake.
We have a “justice” system, which clearly doesn’t play by the rules.
We have the news, which is reported to us by a lightening fast internet full of information at our fingertips.
Most importantly, we have our personal truth. Defined by what we believe to be true about ourselves and our life.
I’m constantly amazed by how many people don’t know their own truth. How many people let themselves be fooled into a false reality so far removed from the truth. People predominantly living for their virtual lives rather than their actual lives. People not understanding that there is a difference.
Every single outing seems to be more about the photos than the activity. Every single gesture and spoken word is held against us. The constant expectation of political correctness but simultaneous disrespect toward so many populations. We are torn fundamentally.
I have no time to waste in this life on people who hang themselves up on their words. People who pride themselves on everything they say they’re doing, everything they let themselves believe they are doing. I have no time to waste on people who spend their time projecting a false image of themselves. I could be dead tomorrow and that’s completely out of my control. Do you consider the fact that if you die tomorrow, your fundamental truth will be your legacy? Fuck whatever people remember you saying, the world clings onto what you’ve actually done.
I want to be proud of the mark I leave on this planet. In a time where people’s pasts are being used ruthlessly against them, I want to leave knowing that no matter what gets out about me… I lived honestly. I want to be able to tell my kids a story that will inspire them to live their best possible life.
I am not perfect, I will never be perfect, I just want to be the best version of myself. One that feels true and accurate. One that I can accept at the end of the day. One that doesn’t sit back and second guess everything. One that doesn’t worry about what other people think. One that keeps the important people in my life close and allows the unimportant to drift away. One who chooses, one who doesn’t let others decide for them.
Human beings have the capacity to do great things just as much as they have the capacity to do horrible things. It may feel like the horrible things outweigh the great. Heroes are letting us down, the veil is being pulled back on our society.
Promising, though, is human beings’ capacity for love. Love is what separates us from machines. That is why we continue to survive; we are our weakest when we let evil prevail. I want to love fully and honestly, with every ounce of passion and intensity in my body.
My reality is this: I love my family, I love Jonathan Kyle Kaker, and I love football. As long as those three things remain true to me, I will be the best version of myself. I can accomplish anything, no matter how much resistance I meet, if I have those three facets of my life in check.
Ask yourself, honestly, what is your reality. Examine the lens through which you view your life. Who is influencing it? Where are you placing your trust? Are you proud of what you’ve accomplished and what you’re contributing to society?
These are the questions I avoided for years while I drank myself stupid. You’re probably scared to answer them for yourself because you don’t like the answer right now. That’s where everything starts. Admitting that you’re not happy with yourself, and figuring out what will fix that.
My answer is to live honestly.