Truth

She was late again. Only for the millionth time.

Today, she had run out of excuses. Could she just tell the truth for a change?

The problem is that no one wants to hear the truth. She has poked around it, but all she has created is a mountain of lies. Albeit, it gets tiring to keep up with the stories, but it has now become a way of life for her. She cannot turn back now, it’s too late.

Sometimes she wonders, is it because she just doesn’t want to go? She has to drag her feet all the way. Her body joins the protest her mind is staging and refuses to make its way to the final destination.

Is it psychological? Physical? Meta-Physical?

Whatever the reason is, there is no need to psycho analyse something as simple as this. It is time to be authentic. Even if it means saying, I woke up late because I just didn’t feel like coming.

What’s the worse that could happen?

It could create a domino effect and maybe, lead to a conducive environment which could propel her motivation levels.

You never know the power of unleashing the truth!