Everyone Loves The Lie

So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older All this time I was finding myself
And I didn’t know I was lost ~Aloe Blacc~

Everyone loves the lie, but no one likes knowing they’ve been lied to. Perhaps this is all just a phase, just a moment of fun. But everything is fun and games until the fun is no more and the games become reality. Every lie starts with a truth, and every truth results in a projection. You can only project so much – only lay so many burdens on the other, until one day it crushes them like an insect and you realise you’ve killed the person you once loved. Crying over someone you heartlessly slaughtered does not bring them back to life. 

Despite every futile attempt I have made at rectifying myself, no one is perfect, but some people do come close. And for as long as that one perfect person in your life appears to be everything you think you’ve always wanted, when the facade crashes, you realise that the worst advice you can ever give someone is “be yourself.”

Maybe I’m still young, and maybe the only words I have to live by is the advice I’ve ever given anyone. Perhaps we’re all just bottling up pain, and moving on from a past we all regret having lived. Perhaps one day, this reality now is a past we will one day regret; perhaps it’s a past we will rationalise as “making us who we are today.”

Whatever it is, doing the right thing works for many aspects, but never all. You can never live a balanced life whereby each and every aspect is completely fulfilled. There is no 100% – there is 99% and there is 120%, but there is no 100%.

We are over achievers; we are almost achievers. No one is merely an “achiever.”

Cryptically as I may speak right now, words evade my thoughts, and do no justice to the confusion running through my head. Happiness clouds my vision, satisfaction is not sustenance. We are not all miserable, but we all have varied definitions of happiness.

But the honest truth is that there is no happiness without the cost of someone else’s. We are all sadists at heart, and whether or not we pride ourselves in the misery of others, we take joy in knowing that their misery is not our own, even if we are the sole cause. Happiness is not overrated, but misery loves company.

And happy people do not love the company of miserable people, but they always earn the company of many others. How we deflect, what we do, what we say, the persona we all present, is all irrelevant at the end of the day. Why? Because miserable as someone may be, they do not venture into happiness. Some people are perpetually miserable, and if I could choose right now, I would not sacrifice my happiness for anyone or anything, because ultimately, until you learn to be your own source of happiness, you will never be happy. 

So wake me up when this is all over, because maybe I’m young and maybe I’m naive, but I’m also young enough to let myself be naive.

And sometimes, doing the wrong thing isn’t so bad if you can find the right balance.

Hold still right before we crash ’cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks ’til it breaks your glass and you drown in me again.

The Lie Is A Beautiful Thing

You heard there was a party tonight and I’d be here,
I just saw you lookin at me even though she’s here.
I’ll do it better than her.

Sitting in a coffee shop avoiding the rain, simultaneously updating this blog whilst waiting for work to commence, the sudden realization that if all goes as planned, this time next year I will be halfway across the world venturing onto my final year of a degree. Plans are in progress, and yet the reality of it though seemingly indistinct, is far more pressing than one could have realised.

Though this new “journey” comes with overwhelming expectations (both internal and external), the apprehension that comes with a new level of discovery is both petrifying and invigorating. The thought of leaving my comfort zone behind in hopes of  allowing a better, brighter career is tempting, yet the thought of giving up my independence is threatening my sanity. Alas, sacrifices must be made before a brighter future can be ensured.

Nonetheless, new developments have been made. As an alleged summer fling progressed into what might call a “secret affair,” the thrills and joys brought by such an unexpected frisson goes far beyond anticipation. As stated many times before, a lie is a beautiful thing ruined by truth.The same way a fantasy is a beautiful thing ruined by reality. People want the lie. They need the lie. Here are some examples (according to Barney Stinson)

  • Telling someone you’re 25 when you’re actually 30. Guys wanna hook up with someone fresh and young, and the thought that you’re 25 makes you all that plus more. Soon as they realize you’re triple decades, it’s over.
  • Not knowing the person you’re hooking up with is someone your ex slept with. The knowing kills.
  • Telling someone they’re gorgeous even if they’re (lets face it) barely average, just so they’d sleep with you.
  • Having your partner convinced that you’re faithful / loyal, even though it’s evident that you’re the biggest playa on the block. The lie: you’re committed. The truth: you can’t stand having strings attached. BUT the lie is what keeps them happy, and keeps you getting laid.

These are just some basic examples of why the lie is a beautiful thing. People want to hear what they wanna hear, and the only way to get what you want is to give them what they want to hear.

Truth leaves everyone in misery, the lie is what keeps a smile on their face.

The irony: this is all true. Had this twisted reality been left perceived as a lie, everyone would be happy. Now that the truth has been unleashed, the world will continue in its belief that we are all being lied to.

Notwithstanding, we all love the lie, so long as we never find out.

Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe that I’d get caught up
When the rage in my subsides
~ Delirium ~