no amount of time can ever strip us, or the situations that plague us, of truth. time can change our desire to seek it, the reasons we need it, and what we'll do to get it. but the truth remains... true. there, for better or worse, is truth.
i know a few liars - and my relationships with them are more like them talking and me wondering. it's not ideal. and as i look at what i think their motives could be, i realize we're all sort of liars.
i start my day out lying - putting makeup all over my face and eyelashes so that everyone sees a version of myself that i would rather them see. i do it because somewhere along the way, i felt like my own face wasn't good enough. that's why we all put makeup on, right? you can say it's because it's fun or you "just like to", but we have motives for every thing that we do; nothing is that simple.
we go out to eat with friends because it's easier to go home and move all your money around in your budget than it is to tell everyone you don't have money for something. we omit the truth and push through to save our pride. we don't give true answers to our kids' questions about where things come from, why things happen, and what will happen when we die.
the nature of truth is that it's not tricky. it's real and there and always will be. but we cower at its hands. we get scared of how we'll be viewed if we present ourselves as raw and exposed as we really are. so we surround ourselves with people who will accept the versions of ourselves that we want to present. we move to whole new cities to make this happen.
being in a dishonest relationship is about as productive as nothing. it's a constant cycle of statements falling on somewhat deaf ears that are just trying to figure out what the exact point of the lie was. we wonderers are as dumb as the liars for even spending any time on trying to solve the mystery. because the truth lies somewhere within the liar, not in the wonderer.
if you're honest, time is on your side.
so if i'm being really honest, i'm just a another liar trying to figure out how to be patient with the other liars.
i know a few liars - and my relationships with them are more like them talking and me wondering. it's not ideal. and as i look at what i think their motives could be, i realize we're all sort of liars.
i start my day out lying - putting makeup all over my face and eyelashes so that everyone sees a version of myself that i would rather them see. i do it because somewhere along the way, i felt like my own face wasn't good enough. that's why we all put makeup on, right? you can say it's because it's fun or you "just like to", but we have motives for every thing that we do; nothing is that simple.
we go out to eat with friends because it's easier to go home and move all your money around in your budget than it is to tell everyone you don't have money for something. we omit the truth and push through to save our pride. we don't give true answers to our kids' questions about where things come from, why things happen, and what will happen when we die.
the nature of truth is that it's not tricky. it's real and there and always will be. but we cower at its hands. we get scared of how we'll be viewed if we present ourselves as raw and exposed as we really are. so we surround ourselves with people who will accept the versions of ourselves that we want to present. we move to whole new cities to make this happen.
being in a dishonest relationship is about as productive as nothing. it's a constant cycle of statements falling on somewhat deaf ears that are just trying to figure out what the exact point of the lie was. we wonderers are as dumb as the liars for even spending any time on trying to solve the mystery. because the truth lies somewhere within the liar, not in the wonderer.
if you're honest, time is on your side.
so if i'm being really honest, i'm just a another liar trying to figure out how to be patient with the other liars.
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