The Truth About Lying

There is something honest in a lie. Something honest in the fear of the truth. The fear of being found. There is nothing convoluted about fear. The wish to run or hide from things that frighten us is as natural as breathing. Fear is simple.

Honesty is the true liar. To convince yourself that you aren't afraid of the judgement of others. Of the baring of your soul to another even in small acts or small truths. To lie to yourself that their judgement won't sting or that they don't care. That their words won't leave a mark on your soul and start haunting the hour between conscious and unconscious.

A lie will make you wonder, "Why? Why did I lie?" and the truth is simple because you were more afraid of the truth. That even if this lie haunts you it would be a fleeting moment and a self deprecating thought. Instead of the outright assurance of what others think.

Even in an honest moment how are you completely sure that the other is telling the truth. how do you know that they are baring their soul to the same extent that you are?

Lies are simpler. "How are you?" Fine." One person pretended to care and the other pretended to be okay and it is the expected course of the conversation.

So lie. It is only natural and so very honest.