Lie

I lied.

What worries me more is the confidence with which I lied. Not a touch of guilt, just the awe at how easy it was.

It's not that I have never lied before, but the strength I had this time to put the words out of my mouth. Actually, they just flowed out effortlessly. I am afraid that the ease with which I lied is proof of how natural it is for me to lie. I doubt if I always had it in me and pretended to ignore it.

Is it the intent that is convincing me? Is my mind convinced about the good that would come out of the lie?

But is this not the reason that everyone says?

I don't want to be a situational criminal. What's worse than bad deeds is not taking up responsibilities for the deeds and blaming the situation. I know I don't have control over the kind of situations I am put in, but I have complete power over how I react to it, and when I chose to lie, I knew I was choosing to lie.

Am I letting loose the beast in me that was held in a tight leash? Has it managed to collapse my rights and wrongs?

Or am I just fed up with plain truths?

I believed that was where I belonged, a room for truths and principles.

But it looks like I have been fooling myself, and what my heart had wanted all the while was to find a way to escape.

To escape from the honor and responsibilities of truths into a world of peaceful lies.

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