Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Confessions Of A Liar (Part 2) : The Benefit Of The Doubt Beyond Reasonable Doubt





It was pass midnight and I was about to fall asleep while my mind was dancing in a silvery moonlit dream while my body was on my bed. Suddenly a thought popped up in my mind while it was in the middle on an elusive imagination.





I thought – “If I don’t have the key to the door, I can always knock… I’ll knock until the door crashes down.”





It might sound very encouraging to anyone who is on the verge of losing hope and falling into an abyss of despair. But here is a little secret that I would want to share (so it won’t be a secret anymore).



If it is life… then it must have had a story.



Here is (just) a chapter of the story.



There are a lot of responsibilities that we must respond to in our lives. And sometimes, or even more often, as we respond to those responsibilities, we sacrifice a part of us.



I guess, sacrifice is a part of our everyday lives… and that humans were born naturally good because we unselfishly sacrifice every day.
Or is it because we really don't have a choice?



Writing is an art of words and a good writer can make a fact sounds like a fiction and a fiction like a fact. But either way, a writer always had a reason why he/she wrote it.





Being a Christian, I write stories about hope, about beautiful things in life, about the brighter sides. But the ugly truth is that, sometimes they are lies.

I have to lie for the sincerest reason – that is to inspire. I have to talk about hope and being hopeful even though I’m the one who is hopeless. I have to talk about how beautiful life is even though my owns eyes can’t appreciate its beauty because my own life is a mess. I have to talk about the brighter sides when in fact; I believe that the grass can NEVER be greener on the other side.



My words can twist a lie but my heart knows the truth.



This is my sacrifice.



If we have to live each day with a sacrifice… then death would be much sweeter.



For death is not a life that ends but a life that has been lived.

This is my confession... A lying mouth with an honest heart.

I wonder if there is someone who really knows my truth because it is not even quite true what I talk about.