We all lie, for various reasons, sometimes more, sometimes less. We lie at work, at the bar, in job interviews, to friends, to children, to parents, to whoever it may be. And so we deceive everyone, except ourselves, because our truth will always be here inside us, reminding us that what we are experiencing is a direct consequence of what we are or are not doing with our lives.
Sometimes, we lie to our coworkers about our real potentials, omitting how displeased we are with that routine of tasks that have nothing to do with what we intended to be. We swallow our frustration, avert our eyes, avoid facing what could — and should — be changed, out of fear and insecurity, as we tend to feel much more incapable than we actually are.
Other times, we lie within our circle of friends, showing ourselves friendly to everyone, as if we liked each one of them just as they are. We pretend not to hear inappropriate comments, not to care about unpleasant jokes; we act painfully to avoid saying how annoying that person is because we don’t want anyone to stop liking us, deluding ourselves with the mistaken idea that we are loved by everyone.
Often, we lie to our families, always smiling, all the time, as if we were living a perfect life, as if our children didn’t have problems, as if the honeymoon were eternal, every night, in the marital bed. We don’t feel entitled to share our sorrows with those who grew up in the same home; we don’t want to bother them, we don’t want to expose the failures that continuously devastate us.
Many times, we lie to our partners, pretending that everything is fine, that nothing has changed since we met, as if we had not been exposed to each other’s weaknesses and worst sides, as if we had not been offended by cruelly offensive words, as if we did not blame each other for the tight budget, for the rebellious child, for the boredom that sets in on Saturday nights, for the deafening silence that robs us of sleep.
The worst of it all is what doesn’t leave us, what accumulates in the form of resentment and powerlessness, everything we didn’t do, didn’t say, didn’t become or ceased to be. We futilely try to delude ourselves with the escape lies we create because deep down, we know our immense share of responsibility for the course our lives take.
As painful as it may be, as much as we resist, we must acknowledge our own weaknesses, the bankruptcy of dreams, the sadness, the disappointment, and the discomfort that unsettles our days, realizing that it depends solely on us to change the direction, posture, and thinking that will be able to take us away from where we feel so uncomfortable.
Either we act against everything that diminishes us, or we will maintain the lie, the pain, and the unhappiness of an empty life completely disconnected from what we truly want for ourselves.
Because living without smiling is like dying and continuing to breathe, suffocating, amidst tears, with an empty heart, without love, and without truly loving.
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