Humanity hates the truth. As I discussed in my previous entry, it used to be used to keep life simple and now it's used as a weapon. In the musical 'Wicked' by Stephen Shwartz, a play about the Wicked Witch of the West before Dorothy landed in Oz, Elphaba, (the wicked witch) is born into an unfair life; cursed because of her mother's drunken mistake. Cursed to be the same color as the leaves for her life, Elphaba never learns to fit in.
She learns at a young age her destiny: to be the witch of the west. She doesn't want to become evil so she does everything she can to stay true and kind. But her rebellious soul forces her to become more and more angry as she is judged by her peers, teachers and strangers.
Elphaba didn't want to face the truth. Just as the rest of humanity doesn't. The truth hurts, but for the good of yourself and others. But we have been raised to think differently. The truth crushed her and made her even more evil than intended. She not only became the 'Wicked Witch of the West', she learned to hate herself and everyone around her; causing harm to whoever comes her way. Just as how when we learn the truth another wall is added to the maze that people have to get through to the prize.
My closest friend has too many walls to count. He's guarded his heart in a harmful way. You have to duck and dodge mean dogs running at you, self defense mechanisms he added as a Special in the Maze to his heart. I still haven't quite gotten to the middle yet. He told me I will get there, eventually. I don't know if I believe him. He's been hurt too much by the truth because he was raised seeing it as a harm. There are too many people like my friend; people who have given up on trust, believing it's a bad thing.
I promise you,
it's not.
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