Have you ever felt awful about admitting the truth to someone? I just admitted a nasty truth that made me feel very sad. Its funny how we can go on living with a life full of lies so blissfully while certain truths can cause nothing but disruption. How noble is truth then?
How many of you have ever told the person sitting next to you that they stink? How many of us can tell someone openly about their bad breath or their underarm hair? How often can we admit to repulsion? I don't think we can. But if you do try to, be rest assured its the staring of an end.
Its ironic how much importance is given to this thing called "The truth". The minute you admit to someone about the truth, not only do you stand unguarded in front of them but you also have to worry about being judged. Imagine admitting to your parents that you smoke, that you drink or that you have sex. Bang comes the judgement of being a chain smoker, an alcoholic or a sex addict. It could be less brutal things as well. Imagine admitting to someone that you don't really enjoy their company but you are with them for lack of better options. Now this one could really get you in to trouble. My point is that if the truth serves us so much wrath then how is it so noble?
How does one tell the truth if there are so many strings attached to it? Is it really a white colour? Why the over-emphasis on it?
Most importantly the dilemma: How do you survive without it as well?