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Do You Want The Truth or Something Beautiful?

Do You Want The Truth or Something Beautiful?

CAL0407-CLOWNSCHO-Activist-clown, Wavy Gravy once said “We’re all bozos on the bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Beneath the frosted icing that overlies every Lance Armstrong, Kim Kardashian or Tiger Woods, whom we adore and then vilify, is our very own delectable humanness. We have all been erratic, dishonest, mean-spirited and selfish. We have all betrayed, and been betrayed. We have all lied, withheld, presented our false faces to the world. So often we find ourselves mere spectators, looking through net curtains at the lives of others – those people we imagine to be happier, richer, more passionately in love, more successful, more fiercely outrageously creative in life than we are.  We hold them high above our shoulders, then let them fall. We are blindsided by our copycat version of the truth, which is just one truth in a casket of truths that all shine like rubies when the light falls upon them. Perhaps the truth does not set us free but is the mote in our eye. Our “truth” is so often a carriage that turns into a pumpkin at midnight, as we return from the ball of our subjective perceptions. The stories we tell ourselves about the world are so often like the wily Gingerbread Man – eaten by the even wilier fox that, of course, has his own version of “the truth” which justified his appetite for athletic Gingerbread Men.

hearts benetonAnais Nin and, allegedly, the Talmud suggested that “we do not see the world as it is. We see the world as we are.” Perhaps the truth is that there is no truth. Each human heart is the same no matter how famous or infamous we are. Rich man, beggar man, thief: even the poorest of the poor have hearts that beat out their soul songs. Even the richest of the rich feel the sharp sting of loneliness as they gaze upon their smiling circle of sycophants.

We may isolate ourselves, in imagining that we are unique in our failures, the heat of our yearnings. Or we may gorge like vultures on the public humiliation of others. We hide our secrets from each other – our holy longings, our heartache, the ache of our bewildering disappointments. And like self-deprecating clowns, we make light of our pain, diminish the untidy details of our humanness. We don’t want to appear weak or sad or self-absorbed, so we lightly say, “I’m doing well, thanks” as the shame of our secret rustles in the dry straw of our life.

“Run, run as fast as you can; you can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man” is the refrain from the old fairy tale. As we run from our pursuing thoughts and that uneasy feeling that we are out of integrity, perhaps we could stop and breathe in compassion for our vulnerability that creeps into the corners of the lies we make up about ourselves – and others. We are not alone in our fears, our pain, our aloneness, our moments of madness.  We all have the same foibles; we all rumble along  through life in all our guises, rich and poor, famous and infamous; we are all in the same old bus here for a magical mystery tour and it’s often quite a ride.

gingerbread-men-cookies_Photograph by Candy CaldwellOh, and if you see a Gingerbread Man running down the road. Eat him.

Just close your eyes and make believe I am happy to deceive … sings the delectable Paloma Faith

Photographs: Gingerbread men by Candy Caldwell, portrait of instructor Nadene Rogers at her “Art of Clowning” class, and the powerful Hearts ad campaign – United Colors of Benetton

 

 

 

 

Ingrid Hoffman

ingrid@trueheartwork.com
3 Comments
  • michel

    January 23, 2013 at 4:29 pm Reply

    how lovely dear ingrid…..very very thought provoking blog….hmmmm….yes we are all human after all and all our hearts are the same colour so why do we think we are so much purer and better than a lance armstrong or tiger or any of those for that matter…..how arrogant of us….thank you….very valid indeed:) much love xx

  • Patricia Mahon

    January 23, 2013 at 5:17 pm Reply

    Perhaps the truth is that there is no truth.

    There’s a statement that stops one right in their tracks! It has left me pondering, Ingrid…………….

    Wonderful blog, as usual.

  • Beverly Anstey

    January 24, 2013 at 6:35 am Reply

    Thank you for writing this blog about our very humanness !
    Compassion and forgiveness is the truth for me, and by writing this blog, you may make many reflect about their own moments of madness and less judgmental and mean spirited .

    Love Bev

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