True Dat

Every day is different no matter what I do. A multitude of variables keep me from the true. A flat tire, a loose wire, a new friend suddenly appears, and a favored pen disappears, an argument over nothing, and the postman brings you something, the lawn mower won't start, and, your child reveals her heart. Trivial to substantial, a randomness in all. What is the deeper hidden truth that thwarts the things I do. To not accept this deeper truth is my fatal flaw. The stubborn battle to impose my truth, keeps me from the true.