Oh that four letter word...
Lies. We tell them left and right. We aren’t even aware at times they spill out off our lips like water.
Lies. We live by them, breath by them. We are them.
Cynical? Who me? Just a little! :D
But I tell lies, I do it all the time, or do? Maybe this is a lie?
No, I’m being honest here. I tell lies. Their like my middle name.
They linger in my mind day and night. But little white lies never hurt no one. Right?
Okay maybe I’m hurting myself but honestly sometimes I like and enjoy the lies better the the truth. You know what they say the truth hurts, and damn it I’m living proof if it all.
The truth can even kill you, that bullshit lie about setting you free is nothing but a lie. The truth doesn’t set you free it chains you to guilt, and whatever aftermath your truth will cause.
And sometimes all that is and can be avoided. think about it, put your thinking caps on everyone! Ready? Okay here is an example.
A child is told he will live forever, will he more likely:
1) Prove that theory and jump off a building. 2) See his life as an ongoing adventure that he plans on living to the fullest.
I’m going to go with most likely option 2. No one likes being told they are going to die, yes its there, in the back of our minds. We don’t need a damn confirmation. So would you rather here hey your gonna live forever, or hey so you know that thing death? yeah its going to come knocking on your door.
Lies. They are sometimes safer. Healthier. Acceptable.
Lies. You can’t live without them.
