What I Believe About Truth

I believe that the truth is irreplaceable and the strongest weapon a person can wield. I believe that the truth can truly damage and heal a person in one blow. Bend and distort the truth and you have a broken relationship or a ruined future. Completely lie about the truth and you are brandished a sinful, dirty liar. The truth is sacred, yet I am as foolish as any other human to let truth slip out of my grasp and hurt me in return. Some people are afraid of the truth, so they hide it. Or they hide from it. I hide like anyone else. I mean, have you ever been hurt by the truth? Have you ever been scared of telling the truth? Have you ever feared the truth? I know for sure that I have. I am now.

I have always been bothered by the act of parents keeping secrets from their children in order to keep them innocent or to keep them from ruining their lifestyle. A complex secret that the child would not understand or a secret that could ruin his childhood forever. I have always wondered what the right thing to do in the situation was. I understand that a good parent would never let harm into a child’s life and, heaven forbid, into his mind. The truth hurts, and a parents will never want to see his child hurt by something he cannot control. But when the time comes, when the child has grown and has a life and mind of his own, and the parent tells the child the secret, the child can erase the fact that he had been lied against and betrayed the majority of his life. But it was the parent’s intention to protect his child from the truth. What should a good parent do? Ruin his son young or ruin him old?

One example I can think of at the moment is the moment in Kite Runner when Rahim Khan tells Amir that Hassan was his brother. (Forgive me for the spoiler.) First of all, what a plot twist! I believe Rahim agha stole the show; he said everything a reader could devastatingly imagine. Secondly, the fact that Hassan was Amir’s biological brother was overwhelming to Hassan – and to the reader. To imagine, after all those years of happiness, childish games, reading under the pomegranate tree, and after watching Hassan being terribly abused by Assef – stupid, bloody Assef – Amir never thought of his servant being his half-brother. Those moments could have been different if Amir knew that Hassan was his brother. The moments would be nicer. I mean, that is how I perceive it. How the truth affects him takes a sorrowful toll on the reader as well.

When I was in Calvary and taught about the commandments, I believe it was the ninth commandment that states that one should never bear false witness – and in lament’s terms, you should not lie. You can hide the truth with so many lies that the truth is hidden even for forever until someone pulls truth out behind its costume. Lying hurts. I have lied. Too many times that I shouldn’t. I am definitely not the best Christian example to follow. You can say I am one of those that run away from the truth one too many times. But I believe that the truth can get back at you ever so easily. 

I’ve been told that the truth hurts. I know that the truth hurts. I’ve had the truth step in front of me and slap me right across the face. I have let the truth spill from my lips and poison other people unintentionally. However, it depends on what you do with the truth. How you react to the truth is how mature you really are.  I remember reading a quote comparing truth to a lion. Lemme find a picture for you. I believe it to be true though. The truth won’t need you to pull it out behind the lies that his friends have disguised it as. The truth can take of itself.