one deceitful world

let's face it, we live in a deceitful world. its a world that is full of lies, dishonesty, and connivance. everybody is bound to disappoint us, and it would hurt, especially if coming from those with whom we put our trust to.

i really don't get it. why do people have to lie to people that care for them? even more, why do they have to lie to people that they themselves care about?

i mean, what's the deal? these people are risking turning important people away. does all the lies, no matter how small or insignificant, worth the risk?

what are the reasons for doing so? fear of losing someone? fear of embarassment? fear of making a mistake and getting hurt again? fear of hurting someone?

but then again, is it all worth it? would a lie, even a white lie, make everything right?

it doesn't. it's also not worth it, even for all the reasons one can think of. a lie is a lie. its deceitful. and if you help someone with it, its connivance. you are bound to hurt someone, maybe even yourself.

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why does everyone afraid of facing the truth, accepting it, living with it? the truth, while it sometimes hurts, can also liberate us. why can't we risk pain for it?

nobody asked everyone else to tell them everything. all they asked and expected from the people that care for them or those who they care for, was just they be honest about things.

for some people, to care for someone is to accept that person for what she is, even her faults and limitations. sure enough, it might not come in easy but the true feeling of caring for someone offers compassion, forgiveness, and understanding. it may hurt now, but the honesty that came with it will start the healing process.

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we live in a deceiful world,... i did say that. i may be cynical about it but i have had more than enough experiences that would give credence to it all.

and yet, this deceitful world maybe is my own. for i am the biggest liar of all. i lie to myself, as much as others lie to me. and all those lies are softly taking the air out of me, killing me.

i talk about the truth but it is the one thing i shied myself from. i have been truthful to others but not to myself. i have been guilty of not risking pain and hurt for the truth.

so in this deceiful world, we point the fingers on everyone else. everybody is of equal guilt. but we must remember, before we can offer compassion, forgiveness and understanding for someone else, we should offer it to ourselves first. for we are the poor and afflicted; sickened with all the lies, deceit, and dishonesty,.. that of our own.