One of the reasons I love having real conversation is that it leads to new thoughts. A few weeks ago I was talking with a friend and we got off on the subject of what I always refer to as my "younger and wilder" days. He didn't know me then, and by way of explanation, I said, "I had a lot to forget."
It was an unconsidered, unplanned statement. But as sometimes happens in such circumstances, it rang with truth. Real truth. Unvarnished truth.
When you hear real truth, it touches your soul, even if it's truth from yourself that you didn't recognize just moments earlier. Truth is more than just words. It has a depth unlike anything else.
And as truth always does, it has stayed with me. I wonder what other truth is lurking about, as yet undiscovered, waiting for the moment when a conversation causes it to rise from my unconscious, unbidden, but nontheless welcome.