A true post about telling a lie
Say it’s true, tell the truth
or just lie.
But baby, do not make up the untrue.
In the world I live, the art-of-untruth is about hiding what’s true without telling a lie. Yes, some call it an art. I call it the development of a mortal soul.
I have lived and suffered a life where I had to suppress the truth. Yes, because I choose not to lie. Eventually, I learnt to tell myself that if I lead a happy, rational life full of love, I will have nothing to hide. I have been living that. Till a few days ago.
You lose love, momentarily. And suddenly the only truth in your life is unbearable. Then, when you want to tell the truth, you can’t? Then when you want to rebuild the truth, you have to bury the loss and cover it with a layer of lie? Or as some do, with the slipping sand of memory-loss?
I try, try to not bury but look at it as a learning that I can carry with me. I laugh at it to remind myself of my human weakness. I trivialize it to make it as insignificant as I can with passing time. Unfortunately, not everyone understands.
If I dealt with my problems like everyone else, I wouldn’t be who I am. I would be a lie and living a life telling it is true.
So truth help me!
Be by my side
Even when you are pushed, spring back and grab me
Because it is you I live with
It is you love, the truth that I breathe.