Take everything you read with a grain of salt. Not all things written, typed, recorded catalogued, uploaded, downloaded and or otherwise closed captioned are necessarily true. Always ask questions, do your own research and never accept anything that seems a little far fetched.  In other words, if it's too good to be true well then it probably isn't true and if it's too bizarre to be true then it probably is because come on now lets face it the truth is almost always stranger than fiction.  But seriously, just because you "read it somewhere" meaning that someone "wrote it somewhere" it does not mean that it comes with this instant merit stamp of absolute certified truth or even embellished truth.

Yes I will be the first to admit that the written word seems to carry with it an air of sophisticated truth.  I am one of the regulars that contribute to this pool of written wisdom and I know that it's almost as though written compositions have a ring of valiant honor to them.  Some agreeable truth that should not and can not be debated for it is cast in ink on paper or in many cases these days in link and domain.  But it is so often that our conversations contain phrases like "I read somewhere" or "I read this article once" or "in this book I read."  It seems that these conversation inserts have become the linguistic ruler by which we measure truth, fact, and ultimate justification of all things worldly and not so worldly by.

We turn for guidance to the written word as if there nestled in the crevasses of each letter, each punctuation, each sentence, paragraph and page sits the truth; immortalized and forever budding with exquisite information.  We thirst for knowledge and seek the truth in all things written.  Words garnish our lives with wisdom, recognition, validation and ultimate salvation.

And even as I compose these words now I can't help but wonder what ring of truth this very tune, between these very lines is singing.  A writer knows the power he or she (to be completely politically correct if I may) holds.  There is certain majesty in the art of the written word.  And I am sure that many of us in the masses like to jot a word or two down in a certain journal or on an idle napkin from time to time.  Do we do this bring forth our own truth while at the same time we confide only in our loose leaflets or random pages keeping the truth tucked away only for the eyes and ears of nothingness?  Or do we secretly wish for our words to be discovered and published once we are gone be they true or not? 

This brings me to a very important lesson that I myself continuously learn.  The moment something is put in writing it somehow becomes alive and full of cosmic energy.  Positive thoughts you say?  Why not take it a step up and turn positive words into positive pieces of writing.  Send them off into the cosmic void, or into the world of everlasting paper pages.  While all along you search for your own truth as you write and read what others are so compelled to write.

Consequently I dare you to challenge the words you read.  Don't let every little thing that comes your way in written form to become some convincing truth.  Just because someone wrote it, it doesn't make it true.  It's ok to have doubt, to ask questions, to dispute and to do your own research.          

By: Lucky Clover