All books add up to one essential truth, which is, if your IQ is above a certain number, life is pretty much unbearable. And the number is not even that high.
The truth isn’t always the most exciting version of things, or the best or the worst. It’s somewhere in between. But it deserves to be heard and remembered. The truth will out, like someone said once. It remains.
Control can sometimes be an illusion. But sometimes you need illusion to gain control. Fantasy is an easy way to give meaning to the world, to cloak our harsh reality with escapist comfort. After all, isn’t that why we surround ourselves with so many screens? So we can avoid seeing? So we can avoid each other? So we can avoid truth?
The truth of our existence is that we’re all blessed and cursed with the drive to move forward. Live the next day.
Life is about suffering. There’s no escape from it. That’s the truth. What’s important is how we deal with suffering, how we deal with the truth.
Either I’m embellishing a story for shocking effect, or I’m the only one telling the truth in a room full of liars.
When you refuse to tell people the truth, Mr. Amberson, you deny them their dignity. And for some of us, dignity matters.