Recently I caught myself in an exaggerated storytelling moment.
Later, I thought about the need to always appear somewhat better than I
really am, and I asked myself, why? Why is it so difficult to present
myself without the hype?
I suspect I am not alone in this dilemma. Somehow, we just don't like to be human, bruised, faulty, imperfect. We somehow think that is unacceptable. Somehow, we think others will think better of us if we present a picture better than who we really are.
And yet, truth is a lot more compelling, more convincing, more refreshing.
The Truth will set you free says John 8:32. We cannot portray the truth until we first capture it within ourselves. That means leaving off the need to be superior, accepting ourselves in reality, knowing ourselves without embellishment. It means we must spend a lot of time with ourselves, taking off the rose-colored glasses and looking into the mirror with honesty. It means that we should admit that sometimes we are not okay. Sometimes we need prodding. Sometimes we do act in ways unbecoming and belittling. Yes, we are fragile and made of clay.
Will I ever stop telling exaggerated stories about myself? Probably not. I love the look of disbelief in someone's eyes when I am in the midst of a good story. But I will also never stop trying to learn the real me, to portray the real me when it is serious and important, and to accept who I really am. For there is no fault in being human. Only in pretending not to be.
I suspect I am not alone in this dilemma. Somehow, we just don't like to be human, bruised, faulty, imperfect. We somehow think that is unacceptable. Somehow, we think others will think better of us if we present a picture better than who we really are.
And yet, truth is a lot more compelling, more convincing, more refreshing.
The Truth will set you free says John 8:32. We cannot portray the truth until we first capture it within ourselves. That means leaving off the need to be superior, accepting ourselves in reality, knowing ourselves without embellishment. It means we must spend a lot of time with ourselves, taking off the rose-colored glasses and looking into the mirror with honesty. It means that we should admit that sometimes we are not okay. Sometimes we need prodding. Sometimes we do act in ways unbecoming and belittling. Yes, we are fragile and made of clay.
Will I ever stop telling exaggerated stories about myself? Probably not. I love the look of disbelief in someone's eyes when I am in the midst of a good story. But I will also never stop trying to learn the real me, to portray the real me when it is serious and important, and to accept who I really am. For there is no fault in being human. Only in pretending not to be.
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