My wife folded the dry socks, and I was hanging out the towels and underwear that had just been washed. Then my wife and I talked, and my wife continued to say to me with passion.
Everyone's saying is right. At least for each of them. But I don't think there is truth. So, when we say something to someone, I think we should be careful to say it is TRUTH. Of course, this isn't true either, is it?
Whoa!? The one who says this... is my wife!
I believed that there was truth in my life, and I try to explore the truth in any situation. And I want to make it the basis of the value judgment that I will experience in my life. It may be a "conviction" to me, a "philosophy" to someone, and a "stubbornness" to someone else.
Anyway I thought the truth existed. However, when I listened to her, I suddenly thought that the truth was just a "personal thought" that I decided to be true in the particular circumstances of my personal situation...
...Well... my wife is the truth.