Last night I started watching the X-Files. Yes, I’m aware I’m a little late on this one. When it was on, I tried watching it several times, but I never caught on with it. My guess is because I was a little too hyper. Amber on the other hand loves the show and likes that I’ve started watching it on netflix.
The poster in Agent Mulder’s office is pretty great. I’ve always enjoyed sci-fi and so I immediately thought it was a charming poster. Then I got to thinking about the opposite. Not about what we believe or need to believe, but about all the lies that we actually do believe.
Have you ever thought about all the lies? The lies we believe. The lies we tell ourselves? The things that we believe about ourselves or others that simply aren’t true, but because we believe them we are in some ways imprisoned. The people in my life that tell themselves that they aren’t going to work this job for long. They are going to quit and pursue their life long dream of [insert person aspiration here].
I want to believe. I want to hope. Sometimes before we can believe or hope, we must come to terms with all the lies.