the thing is:
While you're growing up, you're taught to filter your words, and "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything". Being dishonest might not be lying, exactly, but it leads to lying. Here:
You're three years old. You tell your mother's friend her dress looks ugly. Your mother scowls you.
You're five years old. It's the first day of kindergarten. Your friend teases you for something true about your life.
You are taught to cry.
So you do.
Now you're eight years old. You've learned a lot. You don't say things because you fear people's sensitivities.
You fear telling the truth.
You're eleven years old. It's your first dance. You hear your friend's crush gossip about your friend. You don't face them. You won't face them. You will never face them. And you don't tell your friend when they tell you they're asking their crush to dance.
And they're taught to cry.
So they do.
Or do they? Because maybe the other part of the equation was also taught to lie, so they accept, and they turn what could have been only a bruise into a heartbreak.
Or maybe they accept the lie they live in.
Because that's how we all are, right?
So I've been thinking. If we lived in a world of truth and only truth, nobody would get hurt. But if we lived in a world of lies and only lies, nobody would get hurt either.
That's a perfect world. A world where everything is just right or wrong, and there's no grey needing to be sorted. A world where everybody accepts the world they live in. But it's not that world, is it?
Because things like lies are learned. We learn to filter our words. We learn to play nice. We learn to be offended.
And some people learn more and some learn less. Learning more isn't necessarily a good thing.
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well mr. fox i know you've got a secret to tell
but folks, we live just to hear ourselves
keep talk, non stop
and it goes, until we know
know not what to say