Truth, the antonym of the word ‘Lie’. A simple word that holds great value. One that billions of people journey in search of, no matter how arduous it may be. Although the journey in search of truth may be similar, the destination is varied. People live each day in search of simple truths that could, presumably, lift their spirits. Remember the adage, “Truth hurts”? For when that great man or woman who had said that, must have succumbed to such an ordeal that it has been etched in the hearts and minds of every living being born with a sixth sense ever since. Does truth really hurt?

It is innate, or human, to lie. A defence mechanism to shield one’s self from the possible turmoil the truth could bring. When a husband or wife cheats they lie, in the hope that that lie shall stand against the test of time and never allow the truth to surface. One lie will always yield another and yet another. The argument is that people cannot be faulted for the lies they paint. The wall they build shielding the truth from revealing it’s ugly self. Truly enough, if truth had a face it would be hideous. It would be grotesquely deformed and be surrounded by mephitic odours that shall induce vomit from the guts of people. Bloodshot eyes that pierce through the heart and leave you feeling so cold that you would wish that death would relief the pain. Savage and macabre it would be. Lies however, are beautiful. They have the most demure face, the softest of skins and the most angelic of voices. They are curved like Pandora who was, in greek mythology, the first woman and the most beautiful to have ever been made by the gods. They have sparkling eyes that arouse a sense of warmth and comfort. Such is the face of Truth, and Lies. Should there be a question then as to why people still prefer the comfort of living amongst lies?

If life has taught us anything, it is that every great man, every great soul, country, empire, king, queen to even the smallest of man will have to face the truth someday. Because truth has the power to bring about peace. This of course merely the sunshine after the storm. Similar to the common believe that to overcome fear, one must first face his fear. Running away or shying from it never helped anybody. It is funny however to note that people know firsthand that the truth hurts. That it may, as in most situations, break them and make them yield to such pain that shall remain in their memories for as long as they may walk the face of the earth. Yet we go in search. Stupidity or not, its not within my judgement. For I myself, am treading a path toward realisation. To know that what the mirror holds is no lie, but instead, a vivid and crisp image that holds truths until such time they be masked by yet another lie.