MY Truth
MY truth. Sounds good and catchy, right? Maybe even a tad philosophical. But let’s think for a moment about this phrase you may have used, and if not, I’m certain you’ve heard others passionately say these two words as they share what is really their perspective. Consider these few series of events, which are, in fact, happening in real time. I’m in the sauna at the gym. A woman comes in, and the initially quiet hot box is suddenly filled with loud Spanish videos playing from her phone. No conversation. No headphones. Just disturbance. Immediately, I am bothered by what I deem a lack of respect, perhaps even a lack of manners. Consequently, my immediate thoughts are not gracious: You walk into a quiet space and decide this is fine? I wonder if I should ask whether she has headphones. I consider leaving. I do neither. Now, think with me. Should I label that woman as inconsiderate? Rude? Oblivious? And if I do, what exactly am I declaring—my truth or the truth? That’s up to you t...