Some times not knowing might be a good thing. I am contradicting myself on my own blog.
There is a reason, why people don’t tell you every thing. They have an acute sense of understanding the truth the other can handle. Some times one just can’t handle it all. They know and hence they do not tell. I would like to believe.
Asking for the truth can create off-balance in one’s understanding of the already chaotic sphere of existence.The chaos is one we understand. One we have learnt to create a balance in. What happens when that balance is disturbed? How do we then find our anchor?
Interactions bring about affect. Positive negative small enormous. That is immaterial. How ever trivial, they are real. Most times the purpose of that affect is unfathomable. It exists. We know. Most times that knowledge is sufficient. Some times, one really needs to know.
A long drive, a cafe latte, conversations in a parking lot. Who knows what brings about that clarity. When it does come it is real. Raw. Disturbing. Painful. Creates an off-balance. One good thing is the realisation that we still have some innocence to lose.