It may seem perplexing that people lie despite of how many times they are told to be honest — with no inclination to tell the truth, humans often withhold information from others for the clear purpose of personal gain — often tempted by this illusion and so thought benefit, they hurt and delude themselves and others– no matter, how perplexing, how unnecessary and how deceiving, they persist — often conforming to extreme guilt or another’s distrust. But this gain, this seclusion of information, regardless of the consequences, can feel empowering, so irresistible; sometimes bending the limits of compulsion and stretching the walls of freedom. Lying, rephrasing the truth in unbelievable ways, has a potential to make one feel guilt, yet sovereignty over the one they shame. It is as if, the one shamed and robbed of information will never piece the puzzle together or untrot the distortion of reality. All other forms of reality — the real events of the timeline where the truth lies untold — escape one’s mind at the scene of dishonesty. A lie, a mother’s hands over her face in a game of peek-a-boo with her child resembles a disguise – her face almost unrecognizable when covered, can unfortunately be unmasked, comparably to a lie.
“What if one compelled themselves to be honest, to refrain from a twisted truth to eliminate guilt; what if one reasoned to honesty– but is guilt comparable to the feeling of power?”
It may be too — doubtless it is so, the truth will never be unsmaked but such confidence cannot be played out because this game is not foolproof, lying is like an unsure gamble — although one may be self-assured, the house always wins. The player, unsure of their played game until the result, until the told truth is revealed, is bound to be deceived by the underlying possibility of the disclosure of their torn reality. However, over and over again people lie, the temper of souls has an effect on this habit, starting with a compulsion; it leads to an addiction. A feeling so powerful, an urge to feel superiority, a win pertaining to a fallible game. What if one compelled themselves to be honest, to refrain from a twisted truth to eliminate guilt; what if one reasoned to honesty– but is guilt comparable to the feeling of power?
This was very hard to write as I had to write in a style that was not mine. Following the rhythm of another author proves to be very hard, considering that I think that this imitation still come out quite coherently; even though some of my sentences could be improved to make my point about lies more poignant.