Liars.
The world is filled with them. Our whole lives, we listen and tell lies to others and ourselves. We base our lives around them, making up stories to demean others and make ourselves better. Why do we do so? Why are humans, such evil people?
People lie for many reasons. To save themselves, to make themselves look better in others’ eyes, to be the ‘best version’ of themselves. But not every lie is for a selfish reason. Some are to protect others, to save them from pain and disappointment. A white lie. The thought behind these lies may be truthful and of good intentions but in my mind, a lie is a lie.
“Writers are liars”
I heard this line in ‘The Sandman’ and it has stuck with me since. Considering what this is and what I try to be, I agree with this statement wholeheartedly. We are liars. I am a liar. I’ve lied many times for both selfish and selfless reasons.
We lie both in our works and in our lives.
The problem is that it is so hard to say the truth. So hard and painful. The outcome is never what you want it to be and in truth, it just seems to get worse. So, we lie. Then, we regret that lie but what is said is done. It cannot be changed. You now learn to live with it.
“Yes, I did it.”
“No, he made me do it.”
“No, I never told you that.”
“I love you.”
People lie. People’s hearts break. Their spirits fall and the world moves on. Such is life. A cycle of lies.
Thanks for reading. This one is shorter than my previous ones and that is because there are too many things to explain here but you will understand it so.
