Honesty is quiet. Like clean air seeping into pure lungs. Honesty glows like the halo of a newborn. It holds no riddles in attaining its rewards. All you have to do is let it flow. Open all the windows. All the doors. Let the bugs fly in. Let the people come and go. Feel them. And with love, react. As soon as the thought arises, let it free. With love, just be. The world speaks through you. Don’t dilute it with the poisons of ‘maybe’s. Everything is. And so are you. Honesty doesn’t think. It processes. And knows.