Why is truth hard for most ?!

We are a world of conveniences. What isn’t convenient, isn’t acceptable for most. Nobody wants to see the uncomfortable reality (as they may call it). 

So, why is truth hard or difficult for most to fathom ? Because it’s real, bitter, uncomfortable, inconvenient, ... well, yes, I suppose. And on top of it, it does not make us feel good. A lie can be doctored as per your needs and wants but on the other hand, if you tamper a truth it becomes a lie eventually. 

People generally look for easier and cheaper options. And a lie provides it all. We may never agree but everyone is a liar in their own way. Sometimes we tamper and twist the truth to achieve certain things. Isn’t it ? 

If only people called a ‘spade a spade’ then this world will be without an evil. But is this possible ? Yes it is. But is this feasible for most ? The answer is a straight - NO! Why ? Because people love to live in their own webbed lies. We all live in our ‘build cages’ only thinking that we are liberating ourself but the truth is, nothing is as liberating as truth. Truth has the power, the freedom which nothing else can provide. 

What people don’t realise is they constantly live in their ‘build cages’ (as I call them), without the slightest hint that it’s causing them more harm then ever. We constantly try to keep up this fake reality and to maintain it longer we keep faking it, not realising that we have already become a slave to it. So is this liberating ? Certainly not. Because you are already a prisoner of your own lies. 

Truth is hard for most as it comes with a price. And most really look for cheaper options. Its a human mentality and tendency, if you must believe.  

The Misleading ‘Us’

We are a race always proud of our existence, 

We are a kind who considers itself superior, 

Where do we go from here ? 

Where do we park ? 

We claim compassion, 

Yet bury our four legged animals alive.

We boast culture, 

Yet malign each other in the name of religion.

We speak of humanity, 

But would not even offer to pick up somebody from the streets.

We are a confused race who is self engrossed in its own misconceptions.

Did God create us so that we could show dominion over others ? 

What have we become ?! 

Oh, what have we turned ourselves into ?!

Constantly living in a self-created lie of our own, 

We boast of honesty, integrity and truth. 

We build walls to prevent the ‘others’ from entering our world, 

We hold grudges and turn to revenge, 

We respect none yet expect honour.

We scoff at some who think different, and yet hail our own 'different' thinking. 

We are ever ready to point fingers, yet cannot fathom dissent. 

In this never ending race of superiority, 

We inch down to a race of nobody.

If only we knew our limitations, 

If only we knew our boundaries, 

We can be truly free, 

We can truly take pride in our own existence.