As you know, the problem with truth is that it hurts sometimes. According to the song, it is love that hurts. But that is desirable. Not as in the case of truth. When you are engaged in a self developmental effort, truth and honesty get very personal concerns. Sometimes you have to face facts about yourself that you dislike. Being brought back to reality often spoils the fun. The fun of living in a dreamworld. In those moments, when you meet again those forgotten parts of yourself, truth is there. Dealing with it is difficult. Accepting it is hard. Why is that? Why it is so hard to receive something that you are actually looking for so desperately?
A proper intro for this could be the short story written by Anthony De Mello, the Jesuit priest whose work was once condemned by the actual pope, later the ban was lifted. I guess there was some truth involved, or at least according to the “symptoms” it seems like… So, here is the story:
The devil once went for a walk with a friend. They saw a man ahead of them stoop down and pick up something form the ground. ‘What did that man find?’ asked the friend. “A piece of truth,’ said the devil.
‘Doesn’t that disturb you?’ asked the friend.
‘No,” said the devil. ‘I shall let him make a belief out of it.’
The story above remembers me of a situation I’ve been into, with quite similar connotations. I had a good friend, whom I still like to think as a good friend, deeply involved in some sort of spiritual and religious mixture. Actually, I was part of that for a short time, but left soon for my interest turned towards other things. Seeing in time that my good friend got more and more involved, I got emotional at one moment, telling him that I think he is being blinded. We got into a quite interesting conversation, and at some sort of climax of the discussion, I got to show him what I considered the truth about his situation. Then, to my amazement, he gave me the following shocking reply: “Please do not spoil my happiness. I want to believe in this, even if I admit that you are right. Let me believe in this.”
It took me a while until I recovered from the stupefaction it caused. Then, after that discussion, I thought I realized something about facing the truth. And about helping others to face it. Here are some of my conclusions.
People prefer to follow the flock if it brings the promise of happiness.
They like to imitate the patterns that seem to be true happiness. They would prefer to follow promises instead of making efforts.
People do not want to be freed by truth.
Truth brings responsibilities. They do not want to carry responsibilities on their shoulders. Commodity is stronger than truth. Commodity is the chosen gilded cage.
People want to be lied.
They prefer and want to live in an illusion. Avoiding to confront reality with their own mind is preferred to truth.
Obviously honesty doesn’t always pay. But when friendship and love are involved, it brings almost unsolvable dilemmas. You feel quite stressed, like in a vice. You might feel as your duty to show the truth to the ones you care for. But you know that they don’t want the truth and it is practically impossible to bring a change. The magic formula of balance should be applied here too. Not easy, but I don’t see other solution. How to find balance in both showing the truth and accepting the lie? How to do that? Now that’s a question dude.
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