No, it’s not what you think. I’m not a liar. It’s just that I thought honesty meant virtue. I’ve recently realized that I’m too honest, because telling the truth isn’t always flattering or pretty.
Where did truth go? Is it hiding beneath the dirt, buried by those who fear it? If so, how do I dig it out? If I find where it’s buried, will the forces-that-be do something to stop me before I can expose the lie? Will they tarnish the messenger so that no one will believe the message? Does that mean I should fear telling the truth because of what liars might do or say about me?
Relative…it’s what I’m told that truth is. Perhaps it’s relative in accordance to what we believe. I would argue that if we look to simplicity, there is no relevance.
Be prepared, as I am going to describe from my perspective (in brief) the good, the bad and the ugly of truth.
I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
~ Al Pacino as Tony Montana in Scarface.
~ Some people will believe anything.
~ Some people hear what they want to hear and not necessarily what’s really being said.
~ Sometimes when people accuse someone else of something, they are projecting their own flaws.
~ Sometimes people purposely accuse someone of a crime that they themselves have committed in order to get the focus off of them. Continue reading “Random Thoughts”