Who are we lying to?

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Why do we feel like telling people lies? Why do we create a fake persona we are uncomfortable with? And in order to keep that persona, we keep on losing the things and people who are close to our hearts. But then we move ahead finding new people, people who love us so dearly. But just when we think our life is going smooth, every perfection remids us of the past and we feel like we're stuck in it. Its like no matter how fast we run we can't get rid of it. It has become a part of us. We lowkey wish that this one day we would open our eyes and find out that it was just a bad, bad dream. And you would just flip the coins. And abandon fake for whats real.

But would we really do that? If we get the chance of going back into our pasts, will we be to do it? Or the question shall be, can't we do that now? Why can't we really break through the hard shell of fakeness and come out naked with our truths? Why does it have to be wishing for going into the past or future to do that?

And you know this is the sad part! Today, humans are quite okay with going physically naked but won't show their bare souls.

May be we are afraid of being judged for our truths but who are we lying to? And why? And why does their opinion matter so much? And should it matter? If yes, Why?

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