The truth hurts, or so they say.
That's true. It does.
But if you've known or loved or been lied to by a liar, you know like I do that untruth hurts so much more.
Most people lie without malice. They lie in order to avoid the pain of the truth. But a truth revealed, though painful at first, has the power to heal and the potential to save. And lies, while initially pain-free, eventually enslave and always, always damage.
As if it isn't enough that life is full of difficult, painful truths to face. Can't we please do without the lies that, without exception, create additional, unnecessary pain? Please?
Lies make me crazy.
They make me want smash things. Glass, valuables, faces, whatever.
Dishonesty is the most loathsome quality a being, human or otherwise (Satan), can possess (or be possessed by).
That's just my honest opinion.
The lies I've been told, the liars I've known---they've just about killed me.
But, the truth is---they've also INSPIRED ME. My distaste for untruth: RENEWED. My desire for uncompromising integrity: REFRESHED.
Words are how we know each other in this short life, people. Use true ones.
I'm sure as hell going to try.
I don't know where honesty will take me. It may invite judgment and rejection. It may grow my already giant vulnerability. It may cause people to shift in their seats or roll their eyes. It may lead me to cry in front of a group of strangers.
It may or may not bring me love, but I'll take my chances.
Regardless, I know this much is true: the love I give is and always will be . . . REAL.
