What I strive to be more than anything is sincere, to speak with genuine feeling about myself, my experiences and the people around me. This may seem like an easy task, but it’s not. Easy is to say what you only half-think, or to be flip or sarcastic, like a 20-year-old fratboy. To be sincere takes more courage. It also takes a deeper delving into one’s self.
Sincerity is the language of the human heart. But the human being is such a complex structure, such a beehive of contradictions and cover-ups and cross-purposes, that half the time we either can’t or don’t want to decipher what our hearts are saying. We are lost. And the only thing leading us through our darkness is some stodgy old habit.
No thanks, I say.
Let me hear the voice inside,
the voice of the heart, the blood and of deep true feeling;
that ever-renewing fountain of purity;
there where nothing grows old
and the Holy Grail waits to be found.
Let me hear it.
“Sincerity is a duty.” ~ Van Gogh