As children, we are taught to always speak the truth, that lying is a sin. Honesty is the best policy. He who lies has to face the burden of guilt and the wrath of goodness.
But today, when I think back, I wonder how much of that is actually true. What about the lies we tell ourselves, the fibs that our heart coerces our mind to believe? Defense mechanisms, coping methods; we all device those as we grow up, sometimes to save ourselves and sometimes to save the situation we are in.
God (again, a highly debatable belief system) save us, it seems like we are all heading straight to purgatory. Purgatory??! There goes another half-truth we keep trying to convince ourselves of in order to live according to the so called moral standards set by society, which in turn again are a farce.
Where does the buck stop really?
