The Individual Truth.
Last week I got bitten by a poisonous spider in an haunted old house in the deep, dark forests of Sweden.
Truth is very individual. This can be for good or for bad. Just look at Trump's fake news, or the troll armies spreading badly written links about stuff they want to believe. Did you think that documentary you just watched was real? There's no objective documentaries, or articles, or photos, or movies. As soon as someone starts recording an event it becomes something subjective. When it later is in the editing phase it's even more manipulated, from the rhythm of the scene, what angles is chosen, added music, tampered sound, directions given by the producer/reporter/director/photographer etc.
I'm not saying this is wrong. It's a choice they make and we make when we watch or read it. We skip the stuff we don't agree with, or find annoying, or wrong, and in the end the experience - whatever it is - is shaped by ourselves at that very moment, and it becomes our truth. That also has to do with life itself. We can choose to tell stories of experiences, meetings, insights or whatever makes your heart tick a little bit extra, just the way it happen. But boy, what a boring fucking life it would be. So we add, we retract, we exaggerate, we lie. And suddenly we've created legends. Our legends. Our truth.
We do this in everyday life, from the smallest anecdotes to experiences that changed our lives.
The poisonous spider was probably a Cimex lectularius, a bed bug. The haunted house a dirty old school quite close the to the road. But still, just by choosing the angle it’s what I stated first in this text: last week I got bitten by a poisonous spider in an haunted old house in the deep, dark forests of Sweden.
That will be my truth from now on.
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