It is so very easy to tell lies. Try it. 

Children learn it at an early age. When they are little they blurt everything out, but at a certain age, they figure out that a lie might just save them a little punishment – if no one discovers it is a lie. 

A lot of complications ensue – a lie rescues them from immediate danger; but then the “truth will out” and cause damage. Is the lie to blame or is it the fault of the truth?

Then there are the adults. 

We, the adults, like to think that honesty is for weaklings. For kids. We are not bound by such little bonds. 

We can decide when to lie; when to be truthful. When to be partially truthful. 

Partial truths – they are the real saviours. What would we have done if the concept of half-truths did not exist! A little grey sprinkled over the black and the white. 

Lies that we pretend are to “protect the ones we love”, what we call “harmless lies”, “white lies”…

Lies to avoid confrontation. “If I speak about this, she is going to be mad. Let me keep it to myself.”

“I never lied. I just did not tell you. That’s all. That’s not a lie. No, that’s not. That is not. That is not.”

“I did not tell you, because I didn’t want you to worry.” 

A lie demands another lie to justify its existence – a lie to vindicate another. 

A lie inspires a lie. “He is lying to me. Why should I tell him the truth, EVER?” 

“If I have nothing to lie about, let me create something. Just to get even.”

“Next time, I will make it a point to NOT tell him what exactly happened.”


A lie is a heavy burden to carry. A pile of lies is even heavier. So we find someone to unload the truth upon. Then the lie becomes dark and vile… because now you have lied to the person who matters, and revealed the truth to someone who doesn’t.

Then you close your eyes and pretend that This is Life…