Telling lies, for some, are just like breathing. The shit is natural. But lies can sometimes be bullets to the soul...the soul of the liar and the soul of the person receiving the lie.
Truth is, there is not truth in it at all. One lie can simply lead to another, which needs another just to make sense. It becomes complicated to keep up. And hell, by the time you're done telling the lies, you've forgotten the truth... as you live a lie... that you can't live down.
And we all do it. There are no saints that can deny the use of lies. They've gotten us jobs, saved our marriages and sometimes helped us save face. And we could sometimes live in a river of lies that flow from our mouths to a stream of temporary satisfaction, but with permanent pain. We convince ourselves to believe what we know to be untrue...
Because like they can save our jobs, they can be the cause of losing them. And while lying could be the saving grace to a rocky marriage, lying could also serve your ass with divorce papers. So when is it right and when is it wrong? Well, it's one of those battles we fight and lose since lying is one of those wrongs that can be conveniently right. And like most wrongs, the act consumes us.
The truth. Trust yourself enough to risk telling it. Love yourself enough to embrace it.
Love,
Vee
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