I am a big fan of the truth. Don’t always love telling it, & people sure don’t always want to hear it.
So I don’t tell the truth, the whole truth & nothing but the truth 24/7/365.
Truths can be painful, often-ish. Big ones and “little” ones.
So, often we tell (ourselves & each other) stories.
Or tell lies or half-truths.
Unfortunately, I lack the wiring for lying. Don’t know why this is so. ‘Cos I’m an Aries person? (Aries = so-called “infant of the Zodiac”). ‘Cos I grew up in a houseful (culture-full) of lies? Who knows??
People say the truth will set us free. Now, freedom I am definitely wired for.
We’re all addicted to stories, let’s face it. So the really wise people tell us, anyway. & just look around!
Stories are a great comfort – as long as we’re not completely taken in by them, & thereby lose sight of the truth.
Now me, I’ve been interested in a “new story” (other than the capitalism story, say) ever since I was a teen-ager. The old one never had much resonance for me.
But I’m at the end of a little personal story now, too. The one about how I/we could “save the world” if I/we all just tried hard enough.
I just don’t/can't believe in it anymore.
I wonder if I might be nearing the end of stories, period.
Truth can be hard, I know. Unforgiving.
But lots of it is also beautiful. Plenty plenty plenty truth & beauty all around us, still.
I think we ought to be careful about the stories we tell.
I think we need our energy for what’s really right in front of us. The Real Actual Deal.
p.s. “Little white lies,” of course, are always with us. They grease our social interactions, & are, I think, utterly necessary. We needn’t spew them around any more than we have to, for sure (phoneyness is soooo unappealing) – but we do need them. I get that.