THE HONEST LIE

To be honest is a mistake, for the right reasons of course, the reality of my life has seen the harshness of being honest,
and it is a feeling of being deprived of being truthful, even if it means to be coming from the heart. Its more like a smile with tears.

Its not about how we can take the truth, its more like reacting to the truth which sounds like its been molded into the heartless
abyss of crime. It’s an honest belief that if I do something right, it's like being the devil in contempt of corruption. And corruption is what my mind is made of and no matter how hard to try to straighten out things, I’ll always remain the black sheep of, "Well" forget the family, its the dammed society.

They don't feed, the cursed mortals who live in this society that we call so civil, really is drowned itself into the realms of hate, jealousy, contempt and prejudice.

Yes there are living examples of people, who do not really give a damn, but mere words do not qualify to be justified by what we call the rules, it’s how we stand by what we say, and that's my friend principles.

Yes, maybe being straight is like living a lie with truth that can't really penetrate beneath it.
Buy why, do we have to show people, and justify our actions, worry about the baseless issues that come from the depths of the needless, and the careless, who do not really feed the bowels of our bodies, who do not morally stand by during the hardest times of misery. Why are we answerable to those lesser mortals, urchins of our society, who do nothing but cause ultimate damage, irreparable beyond recognition, twisting the minds of even those who think straight, and falsely influencing people with their worthless drama of fortune, fame and recognition.

Why go through this un-necessary aggravation, that kills you from the inside and we blame life for this,
The hard beating that has pinned us down to our very knees, we fear destiny wont be kind to us, and subject ourselves to immortal fear and live in the agony of grief and resentment.

Is that fair, is all I ask? We call this a free world, we make choices based on our experiences and perceptions that revolve and impact our lives. Learning the mere knowledge and sense of not making it count when it’s needed during times of desperation, I will not say mistakes but would present it as making the wrong choices, but living them again is enduring the insanity bestowed upon us by the meaningless society that we live in. So open yourselves do not indulge yourselves into the leisure's of torture that the society throws upon our minds. Do what you have to, and follow your mind.

This world will say that you have no culture you have no ethics, ask them, if they follow it. You cannot base Love on ethics and war on simple ethics either. Then how can you ask a human mind to endure the cruel realities of ethics, just because you do not approve of it. Its not like you are committing a crime that subjects you to capital punishment, or you choose a path to thieving, it’s not a sin to be what you are. Ethics are followed and rules are respected to maintain mortal peace, and they are commonly and most importantly for the un civilized who cannot segregate the good from the bad. There can be a plethora of theories and arguments we can discuss and go on and on about the ethical forms of living a civilized life, but if they defy even the simplest of the forms of living a life without holding emotions and carrying the burden of having emotions, that I call that a sin, I do not call that life, as we are here for a purpose, and we do not have much time, to indulge ourselves into the curses of society that do not let us be what we are.

We would respect a family, a family that would stand by us during our hours of desperate needs, In the next chapter I will define the meaning of a family, for now, I’ll keep it simple and I’d say that family is not only the blood that flows within us, and from the womb we come in from, it is those people who we call as friends, and those strangers who really stand by us, when they are needed. The care and the love that they have, the faith that they understand that holds us and we stand united, no matter what happens, I would call that a family.

Material things yes, make a difference, but not so profound, they cannot come close to the realities of a priceless relationship.

Pain which we endure, love so fruitful and so amazing a feeling, that we have to deprive ourselves of only because of age, culture. Religion, class, color and sex.. un eventful situations like war, which holds in itself, contempt, prejudice, and wild rage, that tear’s apart man also has emotions, but then it’s a defense. If used wisely.

What am trying to say here, is the world is not what we see it as, it’s a game it’s a gamble, it’s like living a lie, and why are we subdued to do that. To the most simple minds like myself, it complicates things, confuses the soul inside me, creates profound darkness beneath the depths of my mind, and rage flows like lightening fury, is it worth the aggravation? Am I being a rebel? If you ask me, I don’t think so.

We all have to be what we are, instead of living under cover, hiding the hideous or the most pleasant forms of truth, that we are made of, show it. Do not confine your selves to the harsh realms of the society, It does not make any sense, one cannot interpret what’s the best the society has to offer. To what I know and to what I have seen, in most cases the society lives by rules that make life a living hell. We are a part of it, and lets no encourage it from destroying what we are.

Let’s stand by what we are who we are and where we come from, It’s never wrong to be what you are or what you feel like doing. This is your life. Live it your way.