Necessary Lies

“A lie cannot live.” Martin Luther King Jr.

I have always been intrigued by the way we can be lied to. What brings about a lie? What exactly is it that makes the receiver of a lie – question it’s validity or to choose to believe that lie?

I once heard that lies have a way of becoming the truth if we tell them often enough.

Why aren’t lies perceived as something each and every one of us chose to believe as part of the path we subconsciously chose to go down? Because we wanted to live the experiences and feelings resulting from the un or subconscious chosen path?

… and who is to say it is the duty of the person delivering the information to be truthful? Is it not our own duty to know the truth from a lie? Some people just choose to ignore their reality to the point that they let a lie get in between what they are and who they want to be.

They want to be someone who is in a relationship with someone that doesn’t lie. But what does that really buy us? Does it buy us time? Does it buy us the peace that our society and social media tell us that we should be living? What I mean is, when do we learn to accept lies for what they are?

Do lies buy us time to delay the inevitability of looking at ourselves in the mirror in the face of death and ask ourselves the big question? What did you do to better the world? And… if like most of us, we don’t have an answer to that question, then at least, did you know who you were? Did you give your authentic self every day to the world’s energy? And… well if your answer to that is also no.. then I am speechless. What are YOU working on?

There can be an expectation that we make a bow in order to be in a relationship with someone who is going to be as truthful to us as we are to them. But is that realistic? Is it realistic to expect that one person be absolutely and solemnly devoted to us to the point that they lose themselves and are constantly playing a game of “trying to work through this.”

What happened to the experiences that we all wanted to have? What happened to who we thought we would become? Who we dreamed of becoming in our childhood? Who is to say that there is one person and thing most important than working on those things every day of our existence? Who is to say that those experiences should be first and that the ideas being thrown at us by the media are in fact what we should be pursuing? Who is to say that who we could possibly become is more important than reaching the maximum level of internal depth?  I mean, WHO is to say? …

Who gets the privilege of waking up at unearthly hours in the morning and make that sacred decision for each and every single one of us? Well, that is YOU! And if you don’t have that, then what do you have? … Because ultimately it is each and every single one of us who is responsible for making that decision for ourselves, or deciding who and what we want to believe.

With that, I ask you, what has been your greatest self-discovery?

For me, at this point in my life – because I feel like if you asked me tomorrow the response may be different – it has been responsibility for self. I have discovered that I am responsible. I am the one and only person who is to take responsibility for who and what I accept in my life and what I choose to do with it. How I dress, what I eat, who I speak to, what I do for work, how I parent, how I communicate, what truths and lies I accept from others…

I am responsible. When it comes to self-discovery the and the question about what your greatest self-discovery has been, the answer may be different, as the question is vague, but that is the point ya’ll.. it’s each and every one of the experiences that will shape that for us, and that is part of it’s beauty.

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Now that it is New Year’s and it is 2019,  think about that and think about what you want your next greatest self-discovery to be!

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