You were born into the world.
You were then introduced to one thing and then the other. As time flew, you learned that some things bring joy and some doesn’t really.
You grew a little bit older and then you learned how to do things on your own. But there were your parents — or any caregiver at all. They told you some things are okay and some are not. You then learned to understand that these things are fallen under the category named rules.
You were taught to follow the rules.
Whether you were sure or not the list of dos and don’ts would actually brings good, you knew there would be less conflict if you just follow them. At this point, you understood for yourself that conflicts never bring joy.
But there was will. You wanted something. You wanted to gain something. And it was against what was expected of you.
So you learned to avoid the consequences by telling other wise than the truth. That way, you could get what you want and avoid the fuss.
This point you learned that you could get away with it.
By the age of a five, you watched all the adults do it. More often than not, to you. In your face. Which made it easier for you to adapt.
It’s not like no one is doing the same.
At some point you kind of lost it because there were too many conflicts, disappointments, heart breaks, that you had to see and feel. And it was from the adults who lied. To you. And to each other. You were too young to understand what was right and wrong, and where to take stance.
So you lied. And lied. And lied.
It became something that is problematic. You felt bad because of it. But you did it anyway.
Why did you lie in the first place?
You didn’t even challenge the reason. You just did. To avoid. Anything. That was not according to your liking.
And sometimes, in your wicked mind. You feel like somehow, lying would prevent people you love from getting hurt. You did and always do hate to see people around you getting hurt.
That was also the same reason why you were so good with words. People started to call you diplomatic, twisting, or, “No one is ever you nice.”
Little did you know, every lie. Every each of it. Hurt the most. Not you, but people around you. The ones you claimed you love. And as expected, watching their hearts got broken, yours did too. Multiple by zillions.
That brought you to today.
You are back on learning. Maybe the truth may hurt, but it’s better than letting someone to believe, then basing some part or their whole life on a lie.
So, yea, you learn to deliver only the truth. Step by step.
For once, you want a difference.
Only thing was, you didn’t prepare yourself for what’s coming:
Everyone lies.
Even if not, they use words to dance around the truth. For some people with less courage, they would just run. Leaving no trace.
By this point, you couldn’t even expect anything anymore. Your heart got broken, again. And again. And again.
You just watch them lie to your face. You lost the necessity to mention that you ain’t a fool. Probably because it gets boring.
But also probably because you remember the ones you hurt before for the same reason. Because you lied. So you let them be. You let them break you. You let them go.
Maybe it feels like you are deserving it.
All you know now, you voluntarily getting played in your very own game. Thinking, maybe once it’s paid off, it will stop by its own. Hoping, that maybe, by the end of all this, you will still be able to stand up, with the truth you wear on your sleeve.
So, you let it.
Your heart might get break here and there.
But you achieved something you didn’t expect: The truth, sets you free.
