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Love.Life.Lie.....ummm Lie?!#


How big can a lie be?

Can a lie be big enough to be lied to or lied for?

What sort of relationship is it when you have to lie or being lied?

What is true and lie who is to decide?

Is it not only us who separate the truth from the lie?

 If after a certain doing we forget about that and do not say it to anybody because quite obviously we have forgotten about it then can such an incident be termed as a lie?

Then, can such a person be termed as a liar? Whereas, when a person remains silent at a point of giving a decision his/her silence is taken as an affirmative decision. So, in such a case can silence be termed as a lie?

Who is a liar?

Who knows what the truth is?

Who knows the actual incidence of the things, which includes the circumstances, the environment, the emotional status, and everything else related directly or indirectly?

One event is interpreted in a thousand ways by a thousand people. So how can we say what is the true occurrence of an event?

We value time so much. We feel short of time and complain about our incomplete works due to shortage of time. So are we not wasting enough time fighting and arguing over what the truth is and what is a lie? Or even finding out the truth when we feel we are being lied !

Does the true and lie contrast matter so much in our lives that we can afford to be in that web at the cost of our relationships? Is it right enough thing to do?
 Is it worth it?

Should love be lost over the ever growing argument on true and lie?

'True love' I have heard of, so is there anything called 'lie love'? I guess, no. Then why do we say “true love” when love is supposed to be just love.

Love- an emotion, happiness, sadness, pain, bitterness, smile, peace, tears,attachment, adherence, bond, understanding, compromise, sacrifice and includes all of it both mental and physical. In this where is  true and lie taking place?

The truth is, here again after writing and thinking and understanding so much about true and lie I am utterly wasting my time on writing about this and again so are my readers.

This surely is a waste of time to read as well as write since it gives me no conclusion and at the end of it I am again going to chase the truth through the woods of lie and so will the rest of the world not knowing the way to detect the real truth from the real lie yet the chase will go on…..

But at the end of it all…what I mean to say is that this ‘true’ and ‘lie’, the two contrasting words which to some extent are just the projections of our way of thinking. We believe in the event to be true more easily when the truthfulness of the event is in favor of our way of thinking and vice verse.

Thus to conclude, life is too short to live our dreams. No point chasing the true and lie. Its life that will show us our path of truth. It’s us who may choose the path of lie and try cheating. The decision is hard to make because it’s hard to detect the true from the lie. It’s always said the fair road has more thorns on its way whereas the unfair road is laid with a bed of cushions but only at the end of the fair road one gets the chosen rose of chastity and salvation.

Every lie is a truth as every true is a truth. So nothing remains a lie....or does it still linger?



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