While walking down Dela Costa Street this morning, as I was on my way to GT Tower for the day's training, a realization struck me: People all want to know the truth, but what we fail to conceive is whether or not we could handle the truth.

I'm not saying that I am pro-dishonesty. I am not. All I tried to figured out was what we do after we find out the truth.

How do you handle the fact that the one you love could never love you? Or, that despite your attempt to become beautiful by wearing make-up or signatured clothes, you will never look like that model, whose page you tore out from a magazine and now you keep inside your wallet. Or, this reality that happiness is never permanent...only fleeting, and meant to be held through mere memories.

I have tried to accept that, throughout my constant search for truths, there are no absolute truths as to how we should go about life. In this ever-changing world, the only thing constant is God's existence and omnipotence. Nothing could seem to ever change that, as everything else seems to transform and vary every single day.

Life is about struggling, and winning over the little deaths. It's about discovering your full potential to become a Servant of Love, amidst the many temptations to become a follower of enmity. Whatever truth you discover, especially when it leads to the realization of more suffering, breathe slowly, then prepare yourself for a quest...because you're in a for a journey towards finding meaning in suffering.