Thursday, March 5, 2026
I don’t think seeing is believing. Believing is believing. But believing is also wavy. On one end, you have wishful thinking—a wobbly pillar of truth—and on the other, unwavering truth: pure faith.
Unwavering truth is conviction. It might even be delusional. But the settlement of the so-called argument is so convincing, you need not defend it. Unprovable evidence is hard to show. But inner conviction will show on your countenance and in your presence. People will know what you’re convinced of, despite what you say and the face you “put on.”
We’ll know if you’re afraid. Your brow and pits will be sweaty, and your fidgetiness will show through. We’ll know if you’re unhappy; even if you fake a thousand smiles, we can see it. We’ll know if you’re poor, even if you’ve got millions, maybe billions. You’ll shop at the bargain bins, sit in the cheap seats, and chintz your way to the “top” of monetary success. We’ll know if you’re poor, even in a mansion. We’ll know how nervous you are about that mountain of debt, losing sleep wondering how you can afford that upcoming yacht outing or that family trip to Disney.
We’ll know if you truly love your job. You might like the pay, the vacations, the benefits; but you’ll drudge right through your day, seethe on Monday morning, and love Fridays the most.
We’ll know what you believe. We’ll know if you’re afraid. We’ll know if you’re happy. We’ll know if you’re rich or poor. We’ll know if you’re in a slack-jawed malaise. You can try to cover the truth, but the truth seeps. It penetrates the surface and gives itself away. The “put on” isn’t very convincing. Real Living is the relief of finally letting the “truth seep out” intentionally, rather than having it revealed through your sweaty pits.