This week for the Thursday Blog Project, Denise asked us to write about the following: Is it ever better to not know the truth? If so, give an example.
A few weeks ago, someone made a random comment to me about addictions. In short, they said it's interesting the things we can be addicted to. That addictions aren't just bad things like drugs, alcohol, etc. I found the fact that this was coming from this particular person interesting (and somewhat amusing) because I have to confess - I'm addicted to their hugs.
Yes, I'm addicted to a hug. But not just any hug. It's a hug that makes me feel at home and at peace. I could be in the worst of moods and within seconds of experiencing this hug feel better many times over. Like the squishy, broken in pillow you've had for years that you secretly wrap your arms around at night so you can relax and go to sleep. It's the precious place where your heart feels safe to live, love, grow and just be... all at the same time.
Now, at first you're probably asking yourself why I consider this a bad thing. Wouldn't that be an awesome thing to be addicted to, and to experience? However, the truth is that I don't get hugs from this individual often (at least recently), and I'm not really sure when I will get another again. If at all.
As I come to terms with this fact I begin to wonder if it's a good thing to know the truth about this special hug. That such a hug even exists. A hug that took no time to cultivate... it just was right there in front of me the second I wrapped my arms around this person, and they wrapped theirs around me. Is it better to have hugged and lost, then to never hugged at all?
Right now I'm leaning toward saying it isn't, but I guess time will tell.
Please take a moment to see what my fellow bloggers have to say about whether it is or isn't good to know the truth:
Merryland Girl (Melissa)
Darwin Shrugged (Denise)