We are all liars.
In that
we find truth.

I don’t like that statement: We are all liars.

It speaks to all that offends us, it ruffles our feathers, it confronts the widely-held belief where truth is a virtue held in the highest regard.

We believe ourselves to be truthful; in many ways we believe it is the strongest plank in our moral platform. We tell ourselves it is our goal, our destination, and our destiny.

Truth.

Truth; we listen for it, we search for it, and we live for it. Fuck, at times we believe it is all we know. Or all we want to know.

We don’t.

So we tell ourselves things to make us believe, we lie to ourselves to make us believe. We lie to others to make them believe, in us. Where we slept last night, how we performed at our workplace (or what we actually do), how we feel about something, how we enjoyed dinner at our best friend’s home – we don’t always answer those questions honestly.

We are liars. We don’t always tell the truth.

We tell untruths. Falsehoods.

Fibs.

Lies.

We might even classify it as a rationalization, a self-medicating myth we feed to ourselves to help us believe we are who we are, and what we are, or to make people believe we are better than we are; even better than them.

We lie to them. And worse, we lie to ourselves.

We say things — under pressure, out of guilt, perhaps in the throes of passion — that are simply not true, things we know will never happen, and still we say them.

We even say them truthfully.

We are all liars.
In that
we find our truth.

 ©2014 j.g. lewis

  “People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.”
                                                                                    – Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Above illustration photographed off the wall of some Starbucks, somewhere in Toronto. The artist’s name was not on the sketch.   Please contact me if this is your artwork, so I can give credit where credit is due.           Much respect j.g.l.