“just because you didn’t speak the facts out loud didn’t erase their existence. silence was just a quieter way to lie.” – unknown

I am fairly sure I found these words in some tween blog.  I don’t remember the frame of reference but I wrote down the words because … well … I don’t really give a shit about the frame of reference because it defines the ‘silent lie’ better than anything else I have ever seen.

“silence was just a quieter way to lie.”

Boy oh boy.

That is a powerful thought.

I guess the funny thing is truth is truth … whether it is spoken or silent.  So why wouldn’t a lie be exactly the same?

A lie’s existence is not defined by words or lack of words … it is defined by whether it exists or not.

Maybe I say this because anything that exists can take on a life of its own.

It breathes and lives and, well, it actually eats.  It eats away at your thoughts and, if you are unfortunate, it eats away at your soul.

And if a lie exists then it does all that.

Frankly, I am not sure you can ever kill a lie. Even by eventually speaking the truth. I believe even in that case it doesn’t cease to exist but maybe by speaking it … it attains a more tangible form.  And maybe that makes it easier to accept … ok, well … maybe not accept.  Maybe it’s just live with it.

So if I believe that, when does a lie stop existing? When does it take its last breath?

Well.

I actually believe they take their last breath the same time you do. Yup. I believe lies are things you carry with you until the end of your days. You cannot erase their existence by ‘speaking the facts out loud.’ They are one of Life’s burdens.

I imagine we all lie at some point or another.

A white lie.  A lie of omission. A lie of silence. A lie of words. I personally don’t believe Life weighs lies … like there are ‘big lies’ and ‘little lies’ … I just believe Life counts them all simply as lies.

So.

Maybe the measure of our life is … how many lies take their last breath when we do at the end.

Written by Bruce