A Taste of Truth

The lovely thing about a myth is that it’s perfectly playable. You can literally play with it as it’s dimensions are endless. What makes a mythology true is the same thing that makes a fact false. The concept of going on with the thesis is that if we go deep into analysis, truth is but the biological mother of fiction with falsehood being the seemingly rebellious stepson. However if we have to function on the definition of “truth” itself, the good son is the Luciferous one. We fear truth more than his scheming step brother. Why? Because he brings mischief. Truth is the one who deliberately puts up a mask, the cloud that innocently passes away and points everyone to falsehood. The funny part is truth is the liar whereas his sibling isn’t much of a faker. Concept promotes history and history as well as current affairs repeatedly proves one thing and that being: Truth itself is so contradictory that it’s almost like a lie trying to redeem itself. It is a confused entity amongst us who suffers from dissociative personality disorder. However at the same time what makes the nicely brought up child a more severe liar is the causality from his constancy when it comes to change. The good boy has his prince-hood which is more a curse to him, giving him his unsaintly desires to change every second. Falsehood is the troubling anti-hero.

Everyone brings in animals in their frequent word-fights all the time, taking that into consideration “Truth” is the snake that feeds on the eggs of it’s own kind. Falsehood is a panther, the honorable carnivore. The lawful evildoer. The sympathetic swindler.

Let’s start from the basics, we all know that at times it’s completely fine to lie to someone about something. It is, if you know that you need to tell them the truth the moment the extra beans can be let out of the sack. It is better to lie and tell your wife about the broken plate later when no one gets agitated and hurt than just say it then and there.

Scientifically, if you’re being truthful to someone about ninety percent of the instance you’re narrating is wearing a protective jacket on the basis of how important that piece of narrative is. This is true irrespective of what that piece of “truth” might be. The fact is when you’re being false it is a two way gamble but when you’re trying to be truthful it’s a gamble with possibilities harder to comprehend.

Truth does take a person a long way, that point is noted. However what if each lie we tell is actually a clearer version of what’s actually “true” about ourselves and the “truth” is the lie the world tells us to admit to. Myths are termed to be lies whereas legends are termed as basis of truth even though both categories have stories which can have equal amounts of falsification.

Truth is a conclusion approved while a lie is a scrapped conjecture. It’s better to keep it a conjecture because the conclusion isn’t constant.

The truth is a very devilish thing. The liar in your life is quite cruel but deep down you know that truthful friend of your’s can torture the satan inside you. The fact that anything is true is a myth really.