Truth Feels Good in a Belly Full of Lies

"And she wore the lie like a coat for she found it warm, familiar, and comfortable. Though destructive and  harmful she fastened the buttons tight an relied on the false reality to keep her together on through to the next day. 

At times the coat became badly tattered and she could see the truth through the holes. To the seamstress she went over and over and had her lie mended for it was always too comfortable to ever let go for good."

And I suppose that all great works of fiction are birthed out of a story that we have told ourselves so many times that, even to us, they have become true. This falseness usually starts as a justification for a wrong that we committed or was committed against us. And we let the truth go, slipping off into that light which we refuse to believe. 

I have not lived long enough to understand why we do this to ourselves. Why do we let the lie reign in the place of truth? I can begin to understand the how, the process by which we elevate the lie in place of the truth. But why? 

It is foolish to sit here and point a finger at anyone who has done this in their life for I would be missing the fingers pointing back at me. And for every lie I have rid my life I of I often wonder how I foolish I could have been to let the lie begin in the first place. I look at some of the absurd lies I have believed and am literally shocked that I let them take root. Even worse, I suppose, is that I defended those lies as vigorously as I would that the sky is blue. 

Despite my bewilderment I have gained some clarity on the issue of living lies. The clarity is not some deep thought or majestic statement of powerful prose. Its just a simple realization that  truth feels good in a belly full of lies. Like a medicine to calm a sour stomach the truth reestablishes health and vitality to the body and the spirit. 

The only that suffers when truth is accepted is pride and I am ok with that.