In my short life, I have spent so much time breezing through lying through anything too
painful to admit. I don't know what other people do, but for me honesty is one of the
most important things in my life. It hurts, it hurts bad, when you think back. All those lies, all those falsities, and why? Because it's easier, easier than
accepting the often painful
truth. I'm not going to come up with any examples, because I'm pretty sure all of us have these issues.
I've always tried to be a self critical person. I dearly love myself, but life is hard, and I have - in the past - lied to make it easy. I was a completely compulsive liar, in every way, for no reason. Honesty is a
beautiful, and yet rock hard,
unyielding thing. It can't be tainted, or moved or changed, it only has it's original form. A half truth isn't honesty, only the full and outright is honesty. This is my belief at least.
I'm still confused about
falling in love but I'm convinced that honesty is what made it possible. Other wise I couldn't have accepted the truth of how I felt. It was too painful, but I forced myself to see it.
I'll probably add to this as I think of other things that honesty means to me, but I just wanted to share. Thank you for your time.