Little White Lies

If we can be forgiven for lying to ourselves, why is acceptance so difficult?

If we lie to someone else, even a little white lie, when we are discovered we inevitably feel diminished. Generally, society frowns up untruths. Yet it seems living a lie would be more favourable in societies eyes.

Lying is a pretty risky business, like gambling it’s addictive and the costs can be high. However lying to yourself is apparently comparatively low risk. No one is really checking if you are lying to yourself and technically it costs nothing material. Ironic then, they lying to yourself is the most destructive and the most difficult.

Call me delusional, but the truth is one bitter lemon to suck. Is it any wonder I’ve lied to myself, and others for so long? Lying does me today, and probably tomorrow. If I look at the ground I can keep walking this way. When I look ahead and see the bigger picture, I risk stopping and facing the difficulties.

Reality may eventually overcome illusion. In the ‘cold light of day’, it refracts to a rainbow.