Lies are more common that what we thought. In the past, in days when we were still kids, we were taught never to lie, and on what grounds? On grounds that Pinocchio lied and his nose grew so long. And as time went by, we started lying. Lies were told to save our own asses after breaking some rule; lying to get something that we want; white lies to protect others and ourselves.

But by now, the reason why we don’t lie is that we do not like to be lied to. We dislike being lied to because of the aftermath –you feel so stupid, betrayed, cheated upon, and the feeling can never be forgotten and it’ll be there to haunt us after the incident itself. It just isn’t morally right to lie to anyone.

Each lie you tell, you need so many more others to cover them up. Every time you lie, you start getting so worried about when your lie would be exposed. Why place yourself in unnecessary amounts of anxiety and fear? Just be frank and truthful, even if it’s going to hurt someone else, at least you hurt them only once. But when you lie, you hurt the person again when your lie is exposed.

Hiding is often not needed, because people would always appreciate that you were trying to be frank with them. Although dramas always go “why do you have to tell me? I rather you lie to me to make me feel better!”, but well, it’s not called dramas for nothing. Lying doesn’t help solve anything, instead, it adds up to the problems you’re already facing.

“Truth hurts, and lies worse”; Its true people. Lies never do get far, so why lie when the chance of being frank and real is there for you. You might be hated for hurting someone, but you’re also at the same time relieving them of their worries. At least they know the truth, and they do not have to keep suspecting and thinking till the cow comes home.

In conclusion, the truth would always be appreciated more than lies. Truth can hurt, but lies can kill. So do you want to hurt somebody or do you want to turn their life into a living hell, the choice is up to yours.

I feel so inspired to do this short essay about lies. It’s been really long since I last wrote an essay. It’s just so nostalgic; it feels like back in the secondary school days. And I’m sure, if my essay was a little longer, I’m sure to ace it. Although the vocabulary isn’t as powerful, I’m sure the content and grammar is worth the marks.

Back then, days were just filled with the boring lessons in school –the triple sciences, double language, double mathematics and the combined humanities. Weird teachers with horrible smell, cute and active biology sessions, brain cells killing mathematics, they are all missed. At that point of time, studying and education seemed so stupid and dumb. It felt so not needed because to me then, lessons were plain boring; they were like the best solution to insomnia.

As time passed, as maturity increased, how lessons felt changed. Lessons are now the key to the enhancement of our intelligence and application to the real life out there. Achieving a diploma or a certificate is no longer based on how well you can regurgitate the textbook, but it’s about how well you can apply them to the real life scenarios and questions that you’re placed with.

As the skills are changed, the way we have lessons changed. They are no longer as boring as they used to, unless they are all about theory-based subjects. Lessons are now more hands on, more on application although we’re still being fed with tones of theories. But overall, lessons are much livelier now.

Relationships have always been such a complexity, and with the increased in maturity, it definitely got more complicated. The kind of relationship we wanted changed as we matured; the expectations grew higher as time passed by too. We learnt that things were taken granted for, and we learnt the feeling of hurt through the relationships over the years. And I think the amount of hurt you feel in a relationship is proportional with time, because as I grew older, I feel more hurt when the relationship ends. I don’t know about you; wanna share your thoughts with me? =)

I wonder if I were to blog this much when I was in secondary school, would my essay actually improve? Well, it doesn’t matter now.

Sometimes blogging is just a way to get my feelings known.