Turnip Truck

There are some questions that I don’t ask simply because I don’t want to know the answer.

Sometimes I’m afraid of the answer; it might be something that hurts me and quite frankly, I’m tired of hurting. My heart needs a rest.

Sometimes I already know the answer, and just don’t want to deal with the outcome of answering the question, because some questions have a habit of complicating things once they’re spoken.

Sometimes the question itself is just too personal to ask.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m not aware of the consequences that these questions and answers can have on my life. Sometimes I like to pretend I’m oblivious to them all, just so I don’t have to deal with the harder issues they represent. It doesn’t mean I’m stupid, it doesn’t mean I’m naive, and it doesn’t mean that I don’t know they’re there.

I know they’re there… hovering… unspoken and unanswered… and sooner or later I’m going to have to find the courage to face them.

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2 Responses to “Turnip Truck”

  1.   Edge Says:
    January 2nd, 2008 at 1:27 pm

    And that is what’s called courage. When you are ready for the bad answer then you know you have healed enough to start taking risks.

    ~Jef

  2.   tiffany satin Says:
    January 3rd, 2008 at 5:57 am

    Pretending not to know is sometimes the only way we can live with something. We know it’s there, but we don’t want to acknoweldge it as if that acknowledgement makes it more real.