I shout at the four winds that I want above all honesty and sincerity, that’s what I ask the people around me, and I feel safe when I know they’re telling me the truth about any subject I present, even the most mundane. Isn’t it good to lie to me?
What happens is that sometimes I lack sincerity or at least that’s what I think at first, what I’m trying to explain, that is, to be honest with myself when it didn’t actually cost me much more than swallowing. someone else’s lie.
“Does being brave not cost so much, that being a coward is not worth it?
-Joaquín Sabina-
I had always believed that people lied to me out of cowardice, because we all know that being honest is much more complicated, we also know that when it comes to saying no or telling a hard truth, many factors that can be hidden by lying come into play.
However, experience has taught me that lying to others can be an act of cowardice (even that one cannot generalize); but lying is an act that makes fear run through all the pores of our body.
The one who often lies to himself may have a problem of another nature, but the one who lies to himself at specific times probably hides a terrifying truth and does not know or want to know. In situations like this, I lied to myself because I thought it would be easier to move on.
Or rather, we cannot move forward in this way because lies, anyway, lead us to dead end alleys, disappointments, sufferings and collapses (with ourselves or with others).
In fact, I realized that my head could hide everything she wanted and that she could move forward alone, but it would never go all the way, he couldn’t fool my heart: I couldn’t move forward if she didn’t pay attention to it. Nothing could contracede him, and by lying to myself, I was simply denying his truth.
I understood then that in the struggle between heart and reason, when it came to me, the heart would always win: lying to me made me see that I was not sincere and that I had to be. Maybe I realized too late, as usual, every time we felt a little lost, but that allowed me to start being happy.
To do this, I had to dare look inside me, overcome all my monsters and face what I didn’t want to hear out loud, stop lying to me when I fantasized too much about anything, stopped lying to myself when I fell in love and didn’t want to, when I thought I’d overcome something and didn’t really?
Growing up, I learned something that I apply and advise whenever I can: that in this world so full of nostalgia and colder, looking at our happiness is a moral requirement.
I have to allow myself to be happy whenever I can, because the reasons for not being happy still exist, I have to record every time I doubt something that brings me well-being, if it doesn’t hurt anyone, I can never deny that.
I have to give myself this opportunity whenever possible: lying to me is always an option that only leads to the discovery of a truth, we already have enough lies.