How Often Do We Want the Lies, the Half-Truths, and the Omissions?
Tell me lies tell me sweet little lies…
What scares me the most about myself when I think about lies isn’t how varied the shades of grey are, it’s how often we cover up the truth from ourselves and use other people’s words to do so.
I think we all know when something isn’t quite right. We might not always be able to put our finger on exactly what or why, but we know. Our spidey senses get tingling and we begin to question. Yet how often in those moments do we dismiss that instinctive response and turn a blind eye?
Years ago when a partner cheated on me, yes, I was hurt and devasted but I was not surprised. The moment of revelation didn’t have me reeling in shock, instead, I was hit by that sinking feeling in my gut that told me I had been right all along. As I sat absorbing the impact I knew that what I hadn’t wanted to see, I would now be forced to face.
But why do we do it?
I think it’s about comfort, and by that, I do not mean happiness or contentment. More often comfort is simply the opposite of discomfort, something which we seek to avoid at all costs.
We know deep down that discomfort is where the transformations happens. It’s the place where you are challenged and pushed…
