Facets of truth

I was opened to the ‘truth-of-the-matter’ when I was in third year high school. We watched a play entitled Rashomon where I learned that truth is relative. So relative that each one of us could have his or her own version of truth and not be lying.

Hi Lucky,

Sounds like discussions I heard in journalism and social work classes. I agree with what you are saying.

Take care,


Thank you, Debbie!


Hey, I remember now Debbie!

I was supposed to say something else on this matter. But I don’t remember what it’s about now.

That’s one of the effects of my AVM on me. I tend to forget things. It was worse after my first operation. It grew worst last year.

Now that I think about it, it could’ve been one of the reasons I took journalism when my neurologist told me then to just go after a secretarial job. I had wanted to challenge myself. I also found an excuse to make notes on things whenever and wherever.