Is it a good thing to be true to yourself?
Do you know who you are? Where you came from? What your purpose is in this life? Do you have a good idea of what (if anything) will happen to you when you die? I know these are a lot of questions, but if you’re truly gonna be true to yourself, don’t you think it’s a good idea to be able to answer them with conviction? And even if you CAN, is it where you should focus your energy? Well, sort of…
You have to know who you are and what you’re made of before you can live a meaningful life. And more importantly, you need to know you’re not a silly accident. You’re here on purpose. That purpose is love. And that love comes from God. He designed you, and He loves you more than you could imagine if you could multiply your imagination by forever. That love is where you should focus. That love is where you should look for answers to questions. The world doesn’t have those answers. Never did. Never will. And you don’t have the answers either…not without wisdom and discernment. Those come from your living, loving Creator.
If you’d rather go through this life looking for and justifying ways to be true to yourself, you’re free to do so. If you think my worldview is silly and childlike, so be it. But my recommendation, today, is…
Be true to the one who made you…
Be the best YOU you can be. But you’re not gonna be the same, forty years from now, as you are today. And God will be the same. You might lie to yourself, but God will always be true. Does that make a difference to you? Here’s a rhyming collection of thoughts from my much younger self as an example…
The Twenty First Thought
Is it bigger than a breadbox?
Can see right past the chain and locks.
Simple. That’s what they said my mind would be,
But I just passed it off like morning tea.
They can’t accept me now.
I’ve grown and yes somehow…
I’m still just simple me.
Fastened in a boundless place
Can fade away without a trace.
I’m always very loudly snoring
And sometimes consistently boring.
No great feats…the things I’ve done,
But I’m only…only…only twenty-one.
It’s a captivated crowd.
Are not motivated loud.
They are soft and whispered,
Clear and distant,
Nice and easy to listen to.
It’s amazing what they do.
My meanings run dry
At the wink of an eye.
It could be that I’m lost
In a sighing holocaust,
But I’m true to me…
And I always will be.
© 1975 Tony Funderburk (September 30)