Somewhere along the journey,
He hears an echo.
An echo of truths
Inconvenient yet significant.
An echo that rings
In his weary heart.
Somewhere along the journey,
He pauses to listen.
He hears a voice
Telling him, “Today could be the day.”
He cannot recall a moment
When he wasn’t in a labyrinth
Of growth,
And evolution.
The Sincere man hears the echo,
Of candid honesty.
He stops to ponder,
At this insight, so raw, so real.
He takes a step back,
Reevaluates his ceaseless attempts.
He grows weary,
Of his perpetual self-deception.
He can’t remember a time,
When he wasn’t manoeuvring,
Anticipating,
Persisting,
And aspiring.
The Truth,
Is the end.
The Truth,
Is the only Thing.
And in this moment,
The Sincere man grows.
From discomfort,
Sprouts a seed of gratitude.
For the one,
Who dared to share,
The inconvenient,
Yet the most transformative Truth.
