Элизабет Гилберт о правде и доброте
Браво, Лиз! Все в точку, абсолютно.
Только вся беда в том, что люди не различают мелкую ложь уровня вежливо-приторного "Рад тебя видеть" и ложь крупную, от которой подчас зависят судьбы людей. "Idiot compassion" - бич эзотериков нашего времени, увы.
Elizabeth Gilbert (Facebook)
Dear Ones -
The biggest emotional trouble I’ve ever gotten into in my life always stemmed from the same dilemma - when I was torn between telling the truth, and being kind.
Both matter immensely to me.
Both of these virtues (truth and kindness) are top-notch, A-grade, golden-ticket qualities, recognized by every human society in history as being essential for basic goodness.
I want to be unfailingly honest, but I want to be a REALLY NICE PERSON.
But here’s the thing: I’ve traditionally had trouble figuring out how to be both. Because sometimes the truth really hurts people, and I never want to hurt anybody. So - for most of my life - when I had to choose between truth and kindness, I always went with kindness. Because my need to not hurt people was bigger than my need to be truthful.
Also, isn’t it a fact that most people - no matter what they may claim - actually don’t really want you to tell them the truth? (Or so my reasoning went, anyhow.) As a Ethics Professor of mine taught me back in college: “Most of us grew up in families where our parents DEMANDED the truth, but they couldn’t DEAL WITH IT…and so we all learn how to lie.”
Didn’t the world teach you how to lie, too, in order to keep things peaceful and smooth? So aren’t you doing people a favor, when you them what they want to hear? Isn’t that nice of you?
No.
Here’s the thing I have finally learned, after years of struggling and suffering over this subject:
White lies are OK. Other lies are not.
There is such a thing as a harmless little white lie. The best anecdote I know about this came from President Jimmy Carter’s mother, who - when her son was running for president - was visited down in Georgia by a pushy New York journalist, who demanded to know, “Is it true that your son has never told a lie? Seriously? NEVER?” Mrs. Carter thought about it, and said “Well, Jimmy has told some white lies….” The journalist thought she had Mrs. Carter in trap and said, “Aha! But isn’t a white lie just a lie, all the same?” Mrs. Carter said, “No, white lies are harmless.” The journalist said, “Give me an example of a harmless white lie.” Mrs. Carter said, “Well…remember when you came into my house today, and I told you that it was very nice to meet you? THAT was a white lie...”
Mrs. Carter was correct: If you can’t tell little white lies sometimes in order to be polite to people, than you’re a sociopath and a jerk - so don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal. Tell your neighbor that her cake was delicious - who cares? The world does not hinge upon such things, but it’s fine to be polite.
But this is not what we are talking about here.
We are talking about bigger moments, bigger lies, bigger truths.
There will be times in your life when people need to hear the truth from you - real truth, that will have real impact on their real existence - and when you decide “protect” that person with lies, then you are actually not protecting them at all. What you are doing is demeaning both them and you.
As that same Ethics Professor taught me, twenty-five years ago, “Whenever you lie to somebody about something that affects their life, you are manipulating that person and infantilizing them. By denying somebody essential information that they need in order to make intelligent decisions about their own future, you are effectively making all their decisions for them. There is no greater act of disrespect you could offer to an adult human than to make their choices for them, by lying to them, or by withholding essential information.”
Or, as my friend Martha Beck has taught me: “The truth is always an act of kindness, even when it seems like it will hurt. And a lie is always an act of unkindness, even when you believe you are being protective.”
For years, I told lies to people because I didn’t want to hurt them. Some of this was because I am “a nice person”, sure. But some of it was because I was “a scared person.” And some if it was because I was “a controlling person”. (Which isn’t very nice, when you really think about it.)
It took years of terrible consequences and suffering for me to realize that I wasn’t doing anybody any favors by hiding the truth from them, again and again. By lying to people out of kindness, I was being neither honest NOR kind. What I was practicing, in fact, is what the Buddhist call “Idiot Compassion” - which is when your cowardliness and your weak-heartedness makes you pity people instead of respecting them. Idiot compassion is what keeps people in relationships with abusers. (“Oh, he can’t help it! He had a hard childhood!”) Idiot compassion is what makes people engage in “pity sex”. Idiot compassion makes you cover for people, instead of challenging them. Idiot compassion is at the basis of all codependency. Idiot compassion makes you say yes when you need to say NO. Idiot compassion makes you easy to manipulate, but also makes you a serial manipulator - because you are always controlling people when you lie to them. Idiot compassion is called “idiot compassion” because it makes an idiot out of you, but it also makes an idiot out of your victim, because what you are offering is not protection, but patronization. By building a house of lies - no matter how pretty it may look from the outside - you are keeping everyone trapped.
As my friend Iyanla Vanzant says, “Respect people enough to tell them the truth.”
Respect yourself enough for that, too.
If there is one lesson I have FINALLY learned that has actually transformed my life, it is this: Whenever you are called to choose between truth and kindness, choose truth.
Trust me, in that moment you will actually be choosing both.
ONWARD,
LG
Только вся беда в том, что люди не различают мелкую ложь уровня вежливо-приторного "Рад тебя видеть" и ложь крупную, от которой подчас зависят судьбы людей. "Idiot compassion" - бич эзотериков нашего времени, увы.
Elizabeth Gilbert (Facebook)
Dear Ones -
The biggest emotional trouble I’ve ever gotten into in my life always stemmed from the same dilemma - when I was torn between telling the truth, and being kind.
Both matter immensely to me.
Both of these virtues (truth and kindness) are top-notch, A-grade, golden-ticket qualities, recognized by every human society in history as being essential for basic goodness.
I want to be unfailingly honest, but I want to be a REALLY NICE PERSON.
But here’s the thing: I’ve traditionally had trouble figuring out how to be both. Because sometimes the truth really hurts people, and I never want to hurt anybody. So - for most of my life - when I had to choose between truth and kindness, I always went with kindness. Because my need to not hurt people was bigger than my need to be truthful.
Also, isn’t it a fact that most people - no matter what they may claim - actually don’t really want you to tell them the truth? (Or so my reasoning went, anyhow.) As a Ethics Professor of mine taught me back in college: “Most of us grew up in families where our parents DEMANDED the truth, but they couldn’t DEAL WITH IT…and so we all learn how to lie.”
Didn’t the world teach you how to lie, too, in order to keep things peaceful and smooth? So aren’t you doing people a favor, when you them what they want to hear? Isn’t that nice of you?
No.
Here’s the thing I have finally learned, after years of struggling and suffering over this subject:
White lies are OK. Other lies are not.
There is such a thing as a harmless little white lie. The best anecdote I know about this came from President Jimmy Carter’s mother, who - when her son was running for president - was visited down in Georgia by a pushy New York journalist, who demanded to know, “Is it true that your son has never told a lie? Seriously? NEVER?” Mrs. Carter thought about it, and said “Well, Jimmy has told some white lies….” The journalist thought she had Mrs. Carter in trap and said, “Aha! But isn’t a white lie just a lie, all the same?” Mrs. Carter said, “No, white lies are harmless.” The journalist said, “Give me an example of a harmless white lie.” Mrs. Carter said, “Well…remember when you came into my house today, and I told you that it was very nice to meet you? THAT was a white lie...”
Mrs. Carter was correct: If you can’t tell little white lies sometimes in order to be polite to people, than you’re a sociopath and a jerk - so don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal. Tell your neighbor that her cake was delicious - who cares? The world does not hinge upon such things, but it’s fine to be polite.
But this is not what we are talking about here.
We are talking about bigger moments, bigger lies, bigger truths.
There will be times in your life when people need to hear the truth from you - real truth, that will have real impact on their real existence - and when you decide “protect” that person with lies, then you are actually not protecting them at all. What you are doing is demeaning both them and you.
As that same Ethics Professor taught me, twenty-five years ago, “Whenever you lie to somebody about something that affects their life, you are manipulating that person and infantilizing them. By denying somebody essential information that they need in order to make intelligent decisions about their own future, you are effectively making all their decisions for them. There is no greater act of disrespect you could offer to an adult human than to make their choices for them, by lying to them, or by withholding essential information.”
Or, as my friend Martha Beck has taught me: “The truth is always an act of kindness, even when it seems like it will hurt. And a lie is always an act of unkindness, even when you believe you are being protective.”
For years, I told lies to people because I didn’t want to hurt them. Some of this was because I am “a nice person”, sure. But some of it was because I was “a scared person.” And some if it was because I was “a controlling person”. (Which isn’t very nice, when you really think about it.)
It took years of terrible consequences and suffering for me to realize that I wasn’t doing anybody any favors by hiding the truth from them, again and again. By lying to people out of kindness, I was being neither honest NOR kind. What I was practicing, in fact, is what the Buddhist call “Idiot Compassion” - which is when your cowardliness and your weak-heartedness makes you pity people instead of respecting them. Idiot compassion is what keeps people in relationships with abusers. (“Oh, he can’t help it! He had a hard childhood!”) Idiot compassion is what makes people engage in “pity sex”. Idiot compassion makes you cover for people, instead of challenging them. Idiot compassion is at the basis of all codependency. Idiot compassion makes you say yes when you need to say NO. Idiot compassion makes you easy to manipulate, but also makes you a serial manipulator - because you are always controlling people when you lie to them. Idiot compassion is called “idiot compassion” because it makes an idiot out of you, but it also makes an idiot out of your victim, because what you are offering is not protection, but patronization. By building a house of lies - no matter how pretty it may look from the outside - you are keeping everyone trapped.
As my friend Iyanla Vanzant says, “Respect people enough to tell them the truth.”
Respect yourself enough for that, too.
If there is one lesson I have FINALLY learned that has actually transformed my life, it is this: Whenever you are called to choose between truth and kindness, choose truth.
Trust me, in that moment you will actually be choosing both.
ONWARD,
LG