I keep my ears tuned for truths the way some keep an eye out for fashion or sex.
I could not be any odder.
And I, of course, had no idea, no clue about that.
I honestly have no origin story for how I came up with the belief that I was here on earth as a seeker at all. I knew zero at the start and less now. I didn’t even know what an “I” was or is. I was told repeatedly that I had to find myself. I must have seemed more lost than most. But, hey, we have this much in common, no one has any idea or concept of who they are either when starting out.
I shared that ignorance completely (often and freely, I might add). So, I wasn’t alone or different or special. I was as baffled as everyone else pretended not to be.
The part that I seem to have branched out with, though, was the part that had me sincerely believing that seeking truth was the point.
Not the good point. Not the virtuous point. Not the do it for the rewards point.
The whole point.
And as I honestly, clumsily, and patiently coaxed myself away
from what was false for me and towards what was true for me,
I was also always being led to love, by the love of the truth.
OK. I just got even more odder, didn’t I?