You can live, or you can lie.

I was listening to Micheal Kiwanuku the other day and I noticed this line (I always thought it was ‘You can live or you can die’) and it really got me thinking. 

That feeling of dying inside when you are cornered in a situation is how this spoke to me.

I think that honesty with yourself is where you have to start with this. 

On a personal level, ‘dying inside’ looks like a disregard for not only myself, but the people around me. Then my music dries up. Then the plants on the deck whither from lack of care. 

These are the warning signs something is off and a sharp reminder that it is time to do what I can to take the power back (isn’t that another song, for those around in the 90’s?).

I remember that it is me who chooses not only what I do, but also how I frame what I do. 

So I can live, or I can lie. 

But I can’t do both. 

Because living a lie, well, that is not really living at all.