Honesty.
So tell me what you think about being open about being honest with yourself."
A long time ago, I told a lie. It was a pretty big lie, but I didn't think it was a big deal because it had to do with myself. Only. It didn't directly affect anyone else. Anyway, the time came when I had to tell the truth about myself. In the process, I hurt a few people. The most important people in my life. It was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.
I always believed that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I had lived through telling the truth, and I'm still here alive today.
From that moment on, I swore that I would never tell another lie again. I'd like to think that I've kept that vow. If you asked me a question, I feel obligated to tell the truth. And not just tell half-truths or avoid details. I will always tell the truth, no matter how difficult or how painful that truth may be.
I don't believe in much in this world, but I believe in honesty.
Not many people know this about me, but it bothers me that other people don't tell the truth. I guess they've never had an existence-shattering life experience as I have, but still, I wish others did. My predisposition for truth-telling also leads me to believe that when others tell me things, they're telling the truth too.
That's usually not the case.
I give others the benefit of the doubt. I like to believe that they value the truth as much as I do.
I guess I'm writing this so I can come to terms with why it hurts me so much when I find out that someone lies to me. Hypocrisy and liars. Nothing bothers me more than being deceived.
Just because I'm honest does not make me weak. In fact, it makes me strong that I can endure the truth.
Even when I don't want to accept it.
A long time ago, I told a lie. It was a pretty big lie, but I didn't think it was a big deal because it had to do with myself. Only. It didn't directly affect anyone else. Anyway, the time came when I had to tell the truth about myself. In the process, I hurt a few people. The most important people in my life. It was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.
I always believed that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I had lived through telling the truth, and I'm still here alive today.
From that moment on, I swore that I would never tell another lie again. I'd like to think that I've kept that vow. If you asked me a question, I feel obligated to tell the truth. And not just tell half-truths or avoid details. I will always tell the truth, no matter how difficult or how painful that truth may be.
I don't believe in much in this world, but I believe in honesty.
Not many people know this about me, but it bothers me that other people don't tell the truth. I guess they've never had an existence-shattering life experience as I have, but still, I wish others did. My predisposition for truth-telling also leads me to believe that when others tell me things, they're telling the truth too.
That's usually not the case.
I give others the benefit of the doubt. I like to believe that they value the truth as much as I do.
I guess I'm writing this so I can come to terms with why it hurts me so much when I find out that someone lies to me. Hypocrisy and liars. Nothing bothers me more than being deceived.
Just because I'm honest does not make me weak. In fact, it makes me strong that I can endure the truth.
Even when I don't want to accept it.