I'll never forget the looks he gave me when I confronted him about hurting my brother. When I yelled at him and told him to stay away he looked at me as if I was crazy. When I brought up how I saw him hitting my brother he told me 'my mother was feeding me lies again' or that 'I was too stupid to remember'. My father has asburgers and let's the diagnosis ruin his life. He could be better, if he wanted to. But he chooses not to; because he refuses to see or hear the truth.
Why is it so hard for humanity to accept the truth? Why is it so hard for us to realize we are at fault? Have you ever been confronted by a friend or parent and when they tell you the truth all you want is to run? Whenever my mother starts to tell me the truth I defend myself by saying, 'forget it'. Aka, I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want to hear the words that make me feel like an ant underneath the boot of truth, crushing me into nothing.
Just like how I wouldn't listen when all my friends told me my ex would hurt me. I didn't want to hear it. Convinced that he was different with me, I tried desperately to prove them wrong. I'd do whatever it took to make him look good, even if it meant lying. And God knows, I hate lying.
The truth has always been a good thing. Since the beginning of time truth has been simply another name for Justice, Bravery and Self Conflict. But our society has taken this amazing stress and mind reliever and made it terrifying and painful. To hear that your boyfriend loves someone else; it hurts and you wish you hadn't found out (at first). To hear that your mother is dying from cancer; you want to avoid all the talk of it because the truth hurts. To find out that your stupid little prank put schools in lock-in and caused panic attacks; you don't want to know you caused that. We try and avoid that we made mistakes, or that other people did. And the truth has only become a cover to that. A cover we drape over ourselves when things get tough. A brick we throw at other people's hearts when we want to hurt them.
The truth use to be beautiful and strong. Now it's only an excuse that society uses to hurt each other.
So, I gather that the big question is "why is the truth so difficult for us" or something to that effect, right? It could be helpful to think how each text we read defines "truth" (even character by character).
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