Often time riddled with questions and philosophies of those days of professor's lecture in college campuses, and to this day have not forgotten my lessons in those class rooms of social, or psychological behaviors.
Does truth always equate to goodness of righteous path,
Or is it the belief of one's faith that dictate what truth should be?
If so then does truth sincerely matter and should it be forced like mathematical equations with one singular answer, or come in terms that truth is in the eyes of beholder?
Like the internet sensation that brought debate of the color of the dress,
What is truth to you maybe wrong to others, so then does truth matter?
As grains fall from the hour glass,
I become more convinced that arguing for the "right" way is as much of a joke to those who see you wrong for your choices!
Sometime laughing at the indifference maybe the golden rules of life,
For lies, and truth is in the measurement of experiences!
Sometimes giving a warm smile is end all and be all!
More and more I look at life, and reflecting on internal surrounding of interpersonal relationships, everything is in perspective of experiences! This was in hello poetry draft for awhile now, but I think I found the happy medium I wanted to display!
