I have been in a reflective mood lately, and during this time of self-examination I have acknowledged a number of truths. I say acknowledge because I already knew them; it isn’t like they were a sudden revelation to me. Certain truths are always there, somewhere in the back of our mind, but we don’t give them the opportunity to penetrate and permeate our consciousness. Sometimes this is because we are intellectually lazy. But other times it is because they are ugly truths, and we put off a confrontation with them as long as possible to try and spare ourselves from their implications.
One such truth I contended with when I first took the Red Pill was this: There are very few sincere and devout Christians who choose to live that way starting from an early age. Furthermore, this has always been the case, going all the way back to the first very Christians. Many, perhaps most, of those who truly believe were not believers their whole lives. Either they lapsed during some part of their lives, or they were non-believers who later converted. And of course, many of those who do claim to be Christians, and have so claimed throughout history, are and were no such thing.
This doesn’t seem like an earth-shattering truth. And it isn’t. But is is a truth that I never wanted to really face up to for a long time, because the implications called to question my plans (more like dreams really) for the future. Part of me wonders what would have happened if I had acknowledged this simple truth years ago. Would I have found the Red Pill sooner? Would I have been able to turn my life around without that crucial discovery? I will never know. The full extent of what I have missed out on because of my failure to acknowledge what I knew to be true is something that will forever be out of my grasp, but never out of my thoughts.
Here is the lesson to be learned: There are certain kinds of truths were it isn’t enough to know them; you have to consciously accept them as well.