One of those things

Sometimes in the most randomest of conversations, something someone says presents itself in a mutated form to you in your mind and despite the disguises that this form takes it its many mutations, you see through it all.

And you understand.

You know exactly what it's about. Even if it may be repesented in a different person or character or situation. But you still know.

It's the simple truth. And it's sad that this simple truth, however shallow sometimes it might seem, nor how illogical it might be, is still undeniable.
And it still affects us.

Maybe one day when we've all grown old and are desperate not to live the rest of our lives alone in this world, cold in our beds. Then such recognisable 'truths' don't feature as much in our consciousness anymore. The truth takes a step back for the lack of choices.

I can't decide whether the truth is sad, then. Or if the lack of choices which forces us to forsake the truth is more so.

In the end, all men fall into either category. Or the in-between. It's recognising which catagorical shade you belong to that's hard. And if you ever do identify it..

whether facing that truth is harder.