Taking Inspiration from Mahatma Gandhi I have tried to go more close to my Truth and I hope you will too.
The Belly Button is where the Centre of Mass lays around. Well, that's a scientific hullabaloo. The Truth is, 'The Truth' of a Being shares that honour. The truth of pursuing a Dream of ours to the truth of not boasting any(Dream). From facing each and every atrocity with aplomb and dignity to the truth of lapping a Silken living of ours. From embracing mediocrity of our monotonous Sundays to having a Moonlight dash and occasional Jazz. Sometimes our Truth is so pure that it contradicts tirelessly with the cobwebs of an ordinary self. It's like that Paper Boat shivering amidst clogged Rainwater with no destination, draped in fear of drowning.
It's hidden behind those unspoken Words, behind the wisdom speech, immersed in Air surrounding the moment of tranquility. A narcissist preaching populism or a male chauvinist dancing like a feminist personify that Paper Boat sinking into oblivion. Our actions seldom resonate with 'Truth', never with certitude.
My conviction in God or Love for Devil, both selves are inseparable from my unjust soul.The love for my own Shadow or Lust for all Red is all Food for my senses. My benevolence can be the most Beautiful Truth of my Flesh. My compassion can be the Wine for Humanity under one roof. My Words can spill and spell Magic or Mania around. The atrocious Hitler and the serene Gandhi still prevails in the Truth of many. It (Your Truth)may appear surreal at times, it may set you apart from the regularities of World and to the contrary it may make you feel invincible, but it will roll you onto a path breaking streak giving you that Talismanic stature.
Fantasy is like death for Truth. Hold on to it, befriend it. Let it respire, let it transpire. Bloodshed has prevailed since the very first step of Humans but the divinity of Nature still persist, it's colours still dazzles the living daylight of us. Never let your true Colours fade.