I was taught not to tell lies. Thou shalt not lie or something similar says the Bible. If I lied, I got punished.
Sometimes, when I think on things, I think you know I’m not a bad person. I really don’t lie, I don’t cheat at games or business, I’m not a jealous person, I don’t scheme and I don’t really understand those that do. I’m not lazy – well not in most ways – I know how to put in a hard day’s work but I don’t go to the gymnasium much…. I don’t really ever think about wanting something as I have everything I want at least in terms of things – if not a lot more than I really need. I have broken a few commandments but ones like killing, coveting, and so on not broken.
And then my mind wanders a bit and comes back to that thought about telling lies. Of course i have lied. Over and over and over again like everyone else. Every time that I said I was fine, when I wasn’t. Every time I told someone don’t worry when I did. We all do it. We lie. To save the other person some grief. My Mum used to call this fibbing or white lies. But they are lies.
Life is weird isn’t it if you think on it.
Don’t let anyone know how much you hurt. Cos, I’m fine. Even when I’m not.
And you do too. Don’t you?