I have a special older aunt. Right now, in all the world, I am probably the person who knows her the best. And yet, I have people trying to tell me that she is starting to have dementia. When I tell them that I understand, but that some of what they are seeing isn’t dementia, it is the way she has been her entire life, they treat me like I am in denial of her getting older. I know that I am not in denial. It’s just that other people don’t understand her the way that I do.
That’s made me think about something important about life. Most people think that although not everything is black and white, there are some things that are black and white. They believe that in this life it is possible to find truth. I don’t.
The reason that I see my aunt one way and others see her in a different light is because we have different experiences of her. Each one of us may have similar experiences of life, but we all have different experiences of life. Yes, there is truth in my life, but it is relative to my life. My truth is my own and may not be true for anyone else. It falls under the same idea that a good deed for one man is an evil act for another.
That’s why I write so often that the only thing that I can really count on as being true in my life is God. Everything else is relative, but I know God is real and true.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
