I like watching ripples. I’ve always been facsinated by them. They remind me of lies.
Lies start out small. “My name is Lily.” If I were to lie and tell you my name was Lily, that means that I would have to respond to that name whenever you called me. That means I’d have to make sure that no one called me by my real name while you were around. Eventually, I’d have to change and manipulate my personality to match that of “Lily” so as to keep you from suspecting who I really am.
Complicated isn’t it? Each lie told tells something about your personality. The way I can lie so easily about my name tells me that I’m insecure. And I probably am. I don’t like trusting because I don’t like getting hurt.
A lie about a “favorite” (color, flower, band, etc.) implies that you crave acceptance or attention. Maybe even both.
What a tangled web we weave.
But everyone knows what happens to ripples eventually. They stop and die. You’ll get caught in your lie one day. It won’t be pretty either. You’ll have people asking you for the truth. Do we even fully understand the concept of truth?
I don’t.
What is truth? What is honesty? How can you tell for sure if someone is saying the “truth” or just adding another ripple to the water? You can’t can you?
This is the so called truth that we humans crave for. That there is none at all.
Was this the answer you wanted?
Probably not.
Can you deny that I have a point?
I hope you can.
I wish I could deny you and say, ‘No. You don’t have a pont.’ But the cruel fact is that you DO have a point and that’s what sucks. Lies are just as you said a mask, a facade in which we hide behind. to manipulate and make these masks what we please. Very good and it made me think. It was like your love poem.