Most people are not looking for provable truths. As you said, truth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for painful truths. What people need is beautiful, comforting stories that make them feel as if their lives have some meaning.
+ reality + truth + painful + hurt + painful truth + illusions + stories + comforting + lives + meaning + haruki marakami + IQ84 + meaningful
And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.
You can never return to the place of not knowing, to the unconsciousness of earlier days. Sometimes you may wish you could return, because the journey gets painful and the old days seem simpler in your memory. But you can’t go back, and even if you could, ultimately you wouldn’t choose to. It’s like having been blind all your life, and suddenly you’re able to see….movement, colors, and shapes…more than you ever imagined. And, even if you cover your eyes, you can never forget what you’ve seen.
Acceptance is usally more a matter of fatigue than anything else.
+ David Foster Wallace + DFW + fatigue + acceptance + truth + eating disorder + accept
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
I felt the ground on which I stood crumbling, that there was nothing for me to stand on, that what I had been living was for nothing, that I had no reason for living…The truth was, that life was meaningless. Every day of life, every step in it, brought me nearer the precipice and I saw clearly that there was nothing but ruin.
+ depression + life + philsophy + tolstoy + meaning + meaningless + existential + ruin + nothing + nothingness + unstable + chaotic + reason + truth + clear + crisis + uncertain + empty + foundation + crumbling + questioning
More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
+ empty + false + superficial + depression + anxiety + alone + lonely + sea + ocean + words + talking + truth + lies
She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?
+ lost + life + truth + conflicted + alone + direction + meaning + world + douglas coupland
People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head — the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
Bulimia is a speeding train with no brakes, bingeing and purging and bingeing and purging no matter how broke you are or how disgusting the food is or what you should be doing. It’s gorging until you can barely stand, puking until you bleed, and the city could burn to the ground and when it was over you’d still be standing in the ashes, bingeing and purging.
+ bulimia + truth + binge + purge + disenchantED + puke + bleed + gorge + frenzy + trainwreck
