Beautiful Liars

Dear Sangeetha,

Lying to yourself is sometimes, the only way out.

You know that one instance in Life when you're freakin' scared of that ONE person or insect or phenomenon? Then you shut your eyes/ears/nose to it and suddenly, it's no longer a part of your world. What you don't want to know doesn't scare you.

The TRUTH is that is perhaps the biggest, fattest most idiotic LIE on the planet.

But it works. In the end, it doesn't even matter if you've lied your way through the entire process, as
long as you get the results.



Nowadays, people are too busy being self-obsessed. I meet people who lie that they don't care about what others think, when in reality they do. There are people I've known, who lie and create whole new universes that never really existed. People lie to get out of traps they've built by themselves. Then again, lying comes out of habit.


But lying to yourself, is not so much of a habit as it is a compulsion. Sometimes, you need to convince yourself that the world is indeed a beautiful place when it is as ugly as it can get. Sometimes you need to lie to yourself about how wonderful a person you are, when in reality nobody looks at that aspect of your personality anymore. Sometimes, you lie to yourself that you're indeed the happiest person alive, when actually you're drowning in sorrow. Last but not least, sometimes you HAVE to tell yourself that magic exists, when in reality, it's just a miracle of science.

I boarded my first flight when I was four years old. And I remember the hysterical crying which followed once I heard the boarding announcement. I was scared of heights. And this THING was going to FLY. And then my mum pointed outside and I caught a glimpse of the front wheel of the plane. So this THING had wheels. So if it wanted it could crawl through the runaway and we would somehow reach Singapore yeah? I convinced myself that it would. I lied to myself, to avoid what could be my first panic attack. And then I closed my eyes and slept.

Lying to yourself is different. It's like a sedative for the frantic soul. It keeps you happy, it keeps others happy too. Sometimes you need to live for others. So if I tell you I lied to myself about something, would you support me? I guess you would 'cause that's what best friends do, don't they?

After all, when it comes to keeping our loved ones happy, we are all beautiful liars. I know so. 
Lots of Love,
Me.