Are you being honest with yourself?

We are told over and over again not to lie, that the truth will set you free, that it will allow a sense of contentment and peace within you and that lying always leads to more lies. But when I think of being told not to tell lies, it is often meant that I should not lie to others. Before I actually speak about what I want to, I’m going to tell you the truth, I’m a brilliant liar, and that’s why I hate it. You see, my family and the adults in my life that have over the years somewhat molded me, have to a certain extent openly tried to coerce me into lying to myself. And I went along with it for a long time, and then I woke up to this beautiful mess.

Again and again, society is basically selling us a lie and so is our economy. I’m not some anti –capitalist, I just don’t appreciate being told that the meaning of my life is my material stance. That the brilliance of my art is based on how much someone else is willing to pay for it rather than how much of me is in it. I do not like being told that I am meant to only love one type of person and that I am a rebel because I believe life is larger than the things of this world.

How often are you honest with yourself?

How often do you walk down the streets and openly admit to yourself that you are doing nothing about the fact that people are starving, that there are children who do not have books and we are skipping class, that maybe just maybe, it is not okay that right now a woman is getting raped by a man she is married to. How often do we truly look into a mirror, and look passed the basic flaws we focus on and stare deep into the eyes that the world sees, deep into the windows of a soul so scared of originality and wrecked by the idea that we just simply will not be liked. How often are we honest that we actually have a choice, a choice not to stand back and let the world go raucous, that like men and women before us we too have to ability to stand up and fight for freedom. How often do you let yourself truly express who you are without faking it, without smiling so that no one will ask, and without bending in order to remain unseen?

I want to see you, all of you. I am not scared of your nudity, because I’d rather know you than a doppelganger of what society thought to be a great person.

I’m never going to lie to you. Your education system wants you to become another numbed out version of your predecessors, that you are smart when you can tell them things they already know, and cocky when you allow yourself to think. We are not inspired to be creative, to reach beyond the bars of the prison cells that is our own intelligence, and briefly grasp at a sense of freedom, a sense of majesty and awe that one finds when expressing themselves. That we are not urged to do what we love, but rather do the things others love.

There is only one you, and the world deserves to see the wonder that is you, God did not create you in the mould of someone else, He took his time to create a wonder of this world. And it really is time you start believing it.