Below: (prep) at a lower level
It takes guts.
It probably shouldn’t.
Honesty, by its very definition, should be a statement of the reality that we presently know.
But since reality tends to scare us, we develop stories. We conjure excuses. And we fail to realize that our character–and ultimately, our popularity–is determined by how well we recognize when our efforts are below standard, and admit the shortage instead of denying responsibility.
How wonderful it would be if I could convince myself, and maybe therefore others around me, that the only way to be truly diminished is to insist that I never fall below the best.
- We all do.
- We all will.
And we all have an opportunity to be considered valuable by admitting this deficiency instead of covering it up.
It baffles me that I don’t know this. Why I pause before telling the truth of the matter is a great source of mystery to my soul.
Because when I am candid, the world rushes to my side to lift up my spirits and encourage me to do better.
When I lie, I make humanity around me turn into my enemies so they can honor the traditions of candor.
My efforts are often below the quality I am capable of achieving.
I have never improved my status … by lying about it.