...A sweet lie or a bitter truth? A few thoughts that have been inspired by a recent film I'd watched: Every last one of us had been in situation where we had to choose what to say to people we held dear. Realizing that the truth might hurt, most of us decided to say sweet lies in order to protect them from being disappointed. But was that so? I mean, were we really trying to protect them? No! Quite the contrary, we were erecting a wall of lie to hide ourselves from their disappointed eyes. But for how long the wall could resist the truth that, no matter what, wanted to break through outside, so thoroughly avoiding all the traps we had laid on its way? And the more we were defending our lie, the more walls were being built; and eventually, it was already not a few walls but a labyrinth from which even we could not see a way through. But what if we would just tell the truth, no matter how bitter it was. What was the worst that might happen? Few minutes, hours, days of them being mad at us or maybe more, but at least, we had not to drown ourselves into the bog of lie. Forgiveness. A phenomenon that cannot be explained when the matter affects people we love, unless they have done something despicable, something that distorts the most remote parts of our ourself to the ground, destroying and perverting all what makes us be us. Although not everything can be forgotten, yet the truth still serves better... All feedbacks on how smoothly my thoughts have been expressed and a proper choice of words are welcome. Grammar corrections are welcome too...