Of slaying dragons and closing chapters

I’ve traveled a long road these last few years. And along this road I have encountered many trials, challenges and people. Some amazing people and some people who are on the other side of the amazing coin. At each trail marker I have closed a chapter and left behind a slain dragon; I don’t regret that at all.

I am finally approaching the end and some who are closest to me have asked me what it feels like to not only be at the end of my journey but to also be close to vindication. I’m not so sure anymore if vindication even matters. Truth has a funny way of dissipating in the wind over time. I’ve learned most of all throughout all this chaos that truth only matters to the truth-teller. Those who listen only care for what they want to hear.

And so I am at the end of path littered with dragon corpses and enough closed chapters for epic tales. Yet I found myself facing one final dragon. I met with a man who would finally listen to all my truths, every single one, for the very first time since my long journey began. In his hands held a pad a paper and a pencil, but he also held what many thought I would crave: vindication. He would write up a final report that would validate my truth, which is — in reality — The Truth. Here was a stranger to me; I have never met him before in my life. And he would weigh my words. All he could say to me was, “I am so sorry this happened to you.” I wasn’t looking for sympathy. And yet I left in wonder: How could a man, a stranger, recognize the truth when those who were supposedly friends did not?

Who knew that the final dragon would not be an actual entity, but a harsh reality?

After all this time I don’t care about vindication. I care about my own integrity; I care about my family. I care that I have always been truthful. All these other “things” are afterthoughts. Let truth dissipate in the wind. I will always be here.