Heartfelt Confession

A heartfelt anything isn't really true, especially confessions. Truth always comes out when you don't mean it. It's just there. Always looming over. Truth comes out when you're not careful, through anger, disgust, and ignorance. It isn't practiced. That's why most truthful arguments are composed of 75% "I didn't mean that" or "You know what I meant". Truth is careless. It couldn't care less what you meant or how you thought it was going to happen. It came out. Confessions make me think of a priest in church. That's where you say the truth but that's not it. That's a fraction of your day. The truth comes out in the rest of the twenty-four hours. Whether it's sin or virtue, that's the truth. It's an instinct. And to me heartfelt confessions means you thought, constructed, and manipulated your words. You wanted an outcome. You know the emotion it's going to cause. The truth catches you off guard. It horrifies, torments, and follows you. The truth is clumsy and beautifully blunt. That's why everyone associates the truth with childhood. The you with no filter, before you learned to be heartfelt. It's not rosy or precious. It's inconvenient and filled with mistakes. Filled with "um" and "uh". By the way I don't prescribe to the "pure baby" idea. Children are selfish and uncensored. Honest and loved.
- Yandely Almonte