Stand in Your Truth

When I was a kid I would tell great, fantastic stories, always overly excited, always things I deemed to be true. Adults would always say "Now, now, we know that's not what happened you must tell the truth.My brother used to refer to me as "the greatest over exaggerator" he'd ever known.

In my eyes it always was the truth. I thought I understood people's motives, their reasoning, imagining them as characters on a page. This is when I realized I viewed the world in a different way than other people. They wanted cold, hard fact and I wanted fantasy, action and romance. I wanted to tell people's real life stories in a way that they had never been told before.

I became obsessed with the idea of truth. What's real? What's not? I sought to make those truths beautiful, regardless of what the people around me said. I vowed to make my life like those stories I created.  I saw myself as a poet, a crafter, or a world creator, adding spice to an unremarkable tale. Even now, people will tell me "that's too fantastic, it can't be true" and my question to them is why not?