To Love A Lie

To Love A Lie

Posted by A Great Liar

World is a facade, bounded by dyed rags around a squaw, dyed rags around each one of us, some with love, some with faith and rest with pure material pursuits.

Each of us living in a lie we would rather not give up, not because we have learned to love a lie, but because we believe there is not an iota of truth to be had around us. Because the world we live in and the world we have woven for ourselves is conceived of a lie, a lie of a wife to her husband that endures a shallow marriage, a lie of a mother to her child that endures one's upbringing, a lie of a father to the son, that endures his manly pride, the lie of a preacher to the herd of faithful, to endure a living based on the promises of the supernatural.

Or lie of a drunkard, or a rich man's, each boasting of a possession he could never truly own, neither a drunkard his wine nor a rich man his treasures.

Hence, what do we truly own in this world. What is it that is real and yet beyond ‘reachable’. That had made us accustomed to living with a lie. What are those obligations, hidden from our sight, that doesn’t allow a wife to give up on a shallow marriage, or a mother to give up on her worthless child, or a father to relieve himself from the duties of a boastful son, or never allows the faithful herd to pull away from the prospects of supernatural?

And neither a drunkard without his wine or a rich man without his treasures would ever be seen. Is that all there is to boast?

Why is it that even a minute prospect of something that is real makes us jittery, gets on our nerves and becomes hard to bear? Why is it that we would rather cling to falsehood than face the facts?

We do all that, and yet have the audacity to wonder why there is so little good in this world. Why there is so much darkness in people, least of all the one bragging his heart out on this worthless piece of paper. Why the vibes we exude are so negative, we complain, and yet do we ever ask ourselves the question:

"What have I ever done to make this a better place. To make one a better person. A single soul, any one? Do I have anything else to offer except bitterness and disappointments, and lies, more lies." 

Have we wondered what we call negative or dark could merely be the absence of positive, or light. Have we asked ourselves; "what have I ever done to negate this avalanche of darkness brooding inside of us."

Or better. "Have we ever the strength to stand in front a mirror and ask ourselves the dreaded question. "What exactly is my valuable contribution to this whirlpool of swirling darkness, hatred and negativity".

My answer to that last question would be: "Enough to last a lifetime."