Truth … Being a kid I thought everything would work out, that there was a truth, something to rely upon, aim for and if you just were good, more or less, you would have success. Then I started school, and it turned out making a correct calculation in math, spelling correct and so on did not lead to a golden star. What then, we’ll in my class blond hair and a cute smile did, never ask questions and have parents who didn’t work (both of them). Well I thought this is just a strange teacher, and started to grow up, learning about two world wars, Darwin, how babies are made, what colours is to green and so on. I started to hate school, but I was a kind of happy naive kid, believing in truth, ethics and moral, even though I bent the rules sneaking out at night, partying and lying to my parents. But still I believed that humans are good, that you always can communicate and solve issues that there is a truth and that we for example have laws that forbid stealing, assault, rape … As I grew up I continued to believe and o carry these value close o my heart. Not until the past year I have started to doubt if there is more to the relationship between humans than being true to yourself, be honest, take care of others an treat people you meet kind and with respect. I have a serious doubt if truth in any form exists and if a majority of relationships we build are built on lies, or modifications of truth all in order not to get hurt, to hurt others, to gain something, to protect something and so on. This might sound sad and pessimistic, and yes I have felt that, but most of all I feel angry that so many are so afraid to stand up for themselves, for others ad to show there true self. Because I think this was to relate to each other breeds unhappy people who step on others to survive emotional, a system where it is easier to give the already weak an extra blow instead of a helping hand. So I say as Black Flag, Rise Above, and be true to yourself, then you have the strength to be true to people you meet.