i was thinking back to a time in which i wrote an essay on which would be better: always the truth, or constant lies.
i had said that telling the truth in every situation would be best... but ive come to the realization that it's not. lies are a form of comfort to people. in fact, ive come to rely on them for happiness. every day i lie to myself just so things seem that much brighter.. i tell myself that people care about me, that someday i'll find true love. lies. all of it. and even though i know this i still hide behind their blanket of sootheing.
and sometimes.. you need people to lie to you, too, when reality is altogether too much. to have them tell you that there's hope in the world, in life, and that everything will be better tomorrow.. even if both of you know, deep down, that it's not true. hey, if you can lie to yourself, you're in good shape. at least then you're numb to the brutal honesty of everything and everyone else.