Absolution.

Sometimes I wonder if anything is absolute anymore... if there's still a right and wrong, good and bad, truth and lies... or is everything negotiable? Left to interpretation, gray amidst the patent black and white. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth. Transform it. Because we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes... things simply catch up to us. Served to us, right in front and yet we miss it. The obvious truth to an oblivious eye. And at that time, we're scared, so scared that to face the truth becomes a burden only your conscience can allow you look at or look past. When that happens, you seem to fall apart, in your head, in your heart and every bit of reason that you pride yourself in believing in...

But sooner or later, we realize that truth is still absolute. Believe that. Even when that truth is hard and cold and more painful than you've ever imagined. And even when truth is more cruel than any lie ever told.