Why are we always apologizing for our actions...

A recent post that my sister in law wrote on FB got me thinking about this. Everything we seem to say we tend to have this insistent need to censor ourselves. We seem to always have to include a disclaimer on things we know could spark controversy or have someone possibly disagree with our actions. What for? Why can't we just live?

I for one, know that people truly can't handle the truth (I do see how I sound like a 90's movie here) or possibly really don't want to hear it. I lived my 20s and most of my 30s in many friendships where I was very truthful with my actions and about theirs, and want to guess where those friendships are now??? It's just not worth it !

People don't like the truth. People like to see pretty pictures of our top hits on the Internet. Then, we take those pictures and manifest them into these grand moments. Moments we are pretty certain happen every day in the lives we view. Then bam ! We feel bad about our OWN lives... We don't have that new bag? We didn't take those beautiful family pictures? We didn't buy a home? We don't travel that much? We didn't decorate our home that way? But you see, if people told the TRUTH all the time, who would really covet that life?

What's the point? All we can do is live OUR best life. Because at the end of the day and the end of us, what more is there?

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