Love Truth Happiness and other lies
People will tell you they want the truth. Just tell me the truth and everything will be okay, is the mantra.
They also want to be happy. Everyone wants to be happy.
Oh and love. Everyone is searching for love. Television shows are built around that one: The Farmer Wants a Wife, The Bachelor, and The Bachelorette, (this is the age of equality after all), Married At First Sight, (these marriages don’t last. Fancy that)! Then there’s Dating Naked, pretty revealing that one, as well as many others but you get the picture. Love is what we need.
Only one problem with all that, not to put too finer point on it— it’s all garbage! Lies.
No body wants to hear the truth. The only time they want to her the truth, is when it suits their ends. They want to hear the object of their desires say “I love you,” that feels cozy and nice, and comfortable. They don’t want to hear the truth about their butt size though. That’s rude. Insensitive.
What kind of love is it that’s here today and gone tomorrow? I used to love her, but now I love you, because, you know, things didn’t work out and it wasn’t real love. She’s got the house, the car and Harry the Hamster. I hate that woman now. With a passion I hate her!!
Nobody wants to be really happy either. If they did people wouldn’t be laboring from sunup to sundown at jobs they hate; jobs that are soul destroying.
They wouldn’t buy things they can’t afford or enter into contracts they can’t fulfill.
They wouldn’t have a brood of kids they cannot afford.
They wouldn’t gossip and spread malicious rumour and innuendo.
So why lie? Because, lying is easy. You don’t have to commit to anything or do much of anything, just talk crap.
You don’t have to work on undoing things done in the past; things that block true love and joy.
You don’t have to meditate, take responsibility or experience the loneliness of the Road to Enlightenment, be accused of becoming selfish and self-centered or feel the anguish of leaving behind life as you knew it.
Yes, lying to self and all and sundry is the easy way out. It is also a trap, holding one in the space of death and decay.