Should I be honest or fearful? 

I don’t know which to choose anymore.

For my honesty, I have truthfully suffered.

But living for my fears, I have felt so lonely. 

When I feel this way, I let nature speak for me, as dumb as that can seem. But I know it does its own thing with me there- and in that, I can find great assurance. And nature's simple situations have offered clarity to complex issues within me before. Sometimes fewer details are more important, so you can understand what feeling is within you.

So today, I watched a colourful mallard duck swimming along the canal waters where it came upon a tangle of seaweed. From my observation overhead, I saw it swivel around clumps of seaweed, gliding through the clear water paths untangled. It didn't react to those slimy clumps as a problem or something to violently charge through. Instead, it saw a destination it wished to go, and from that purpose, it had vision to see the path of least resistance through the seaweed. But this route was not a path most direct or speedy, it was of flexible vision, of gliding through the waters of least resistance, of bending and meandering, a flippered dancer of its wet environment.

But a colourful duck in a canal is a silly sign to believe,

Yet seaweedy resistance does tangle its flippers easily.