Averic

I've been thinking a lot about truth and deception lately. Why do we allow so many lies to meander throughout our lives? Why do we not want to deal with the truth? Why is truth even looked-down upon, or disregarded?

I think a lot has to do with protecting ourselves and those we care about. Sometimes yes, the truth is too much to handle. But is it better to face the truth, process through it, or hide from it? And where is the line between a "good" lie and a "bad" lie?

We lie to our children about Sana Clause, and the Easter Bunny. Television lies to us about how we should look. Businesses lie to us in order to get our money. People lie to their friends and family in fear of conflict and lack of support. "You look nice in that outfit!", etc.

And denial, yet another form of deception. Family secrets, health and mental illnesses, abuse, neglect, witness and experience of trauma, or even just negative emotions; things we attempt to turn a blind eye to.

And what of literature, movies, television, compositions, and art? None of those are entirely telling the truth. And I don't think they are aiming to be telling the truth in the first place. But the thing is, from what I am understanding...Are we just covering our lies with lies? Is that how we are coping?

I'd say that I am more of a truth-seeker than a truth-sayer. And it honestly hasn't been easy. When I point out the inconsistency and hypocritical nature of what I see the result is often unwelcomed. Sometimes I can't wrap my head around it; how we can allow all of this mud to cloud our minds. We should be constantly looking for newer, fresher, water to make things more clear and understood. And yet we hold strong to our deceptions. I've learned to often just keep my mouth shut.

And these are the little things. The trivial. What of the bigger things such as the universe and the metaphysical realm? We use our science and knowledge to attempt to understand what is happening, what happened, and what is going to happen. However how close is all of that to that ultimate truth? Answers are forever leading to more questions. And let's say we figure it out...we find out "Why?". What then? Will we be satisfied? Will we be afraid? Will we not even be able to understand it? Has the truth always been right in front of our faces but we're still too stupid to see it? But more likely than not there is no ultimate truth. So maybe it is better to just settle on a few rules and forget, reprimand, the untested, the unsafe, the unknown.

Maybe our little lies are there to just provide us with comfort. I can come home from a stressful day at work, and I'll read a book or watch some television. That's comforting.

So yeah I'm not sure if I was going anywhere with this. I just needed to write a few things out. Mission accomplished.