Sometimes lies are necessary. White lies, like white magic.

Dinner was delicious.

Everything is going to be alright.

The worst is behind us.

They're in a better place now.

I love you.

The person we all lie to the most is ourselves. On a Thursday morning in the fall, a woman walked down the isle of a small church in Connecticut. Old women cried and children squirmed in the pews and the minister had to pause the wedding rites as a motorcycle drove rudely by. He asked the couple if they would like to read their vows, and the woman said yes, which was surprising to everyone because she was not the type to write something sentimental. She did not disappoint.

"I don't really want to marry you. I'm thirty-three years old, and I know you won't ever cheat on me because I'm probably the best you can do, so I'm settling, but I know it's wrong, so nevermind."

"So nevermind?" It wasn't exactly the most eloquent way to put it, but she didn't wait around for a critique. After she walked out, the best man leaned over to the groom. "Well, thank God for that."

This was to be expected, ever since two months ago, when the hallucinations started. Psychiatrists everywhere began hearing the same claims.

"My mirror talked to me."

"You're talking to yourself? That's normal."

"No, just my mirror."

"What did the mirror say?"

"The truth."

Bloodshed was an inconveniant side-effect of self-awareness. Some people are much more angry then they let on. Once the news spread, some fought against it. Unhappy couples everywhere banished mirrors from their houses, didn't want to hear the truth of their own affairs and petty arguments and years of carefully cultivated passive-aggressive power dynamics. Before long, people used their mirrors more often than Google. Moms recommended it more than the Bible. 'Ask yourself' took on a whole new meaning. Unable to hide behind flimsy excuses and half-assed rhetoric, middle-aged men admitted long-surpressed sexuality, young women confronted cheating lovers, teenagers told their parents how utterly frustrating the slim prospects of their lives were, and politicians found and shed religion like summer coats. Old marriages fell apart, new ones sprung like leaks. Small chat became pointless. The most commonly heard mirror-talk was you don't really give a damn how your neighbor feels today. It didn't feel so bad knowing everyone else felt the same way. Like a wild-fire, the chaos raged for years, then settled into a slow calm.

Lovers lie intwined in sheets, whispering to eachother.

"Are you sure?" One would say, and they could feel their hearts beat against heaving chests.

"Yes." And it was so.

On a small island in the Indian Ocean, two sisters lie on a beach staring at the sky. The waves inched closer but even they didn't dare touch the girls' delicate feet. They only paid homage then bowed away slowly.

"Are you sure this is the best use of your time?" Said one sister to the other. "They are probably all going to start a massacre any moment."

"They already do that that." It was a fair point, a rare moment of wisdom from the youngest child of the family. "He said he wanted me to try something new. A fresh set of eyes and all that." She was playing with the stars, here a nova, there a nova, billions of miles away and all set to confuse the future. "Besides, if I mess up this one, we can just go to the next one." She picked a star at random, and raised her sister's wrist to point it out. "Like that one. It could do with a little life and color."

The elder stretched out her long limbs and turned on her side.

"It was an accident, you know. The lie seemed like a good idea. I didn't know they'd use it on themselves."

Her younger sister nodded. "Yeah, I know. They can keep the lie. But no more self-medication."

"Fair enough."

I won't make you promises I can't keep.

I didn't ask you to.

I don't have an answer.

I don't want one.

We should make a decision.

Why can't we just leave things open.

It's so hard for me to say no to you

and it's hard for you to hear no from me.

So don't say no.

I don't want to keep you from living your life.

You are a part of my life. Leaving would only take it away.

I need us both to be happy and healthy?

Would I cause you to be unhappy?

I would make you unhappy, I dont know what my life will be like.

So don't make promises, don't say anything.

Can't we just go with things as they are?

I just said.

Please stop deciding what's best for me.

Fine.

Fine?

Fine, I said fine. We'll leaves things as they are for now.

I just want to be happy.

I thought I had lost hope in humanity.

People kept on telling me lies, twisting my trust.

So, I determined that the person who said humans are inherantly selfish, was a selfish person themselves.

That was, until today.

Finally, I found one person that isn‘t selfish, greedy, or mean.

So now I’m happy to be unsure of what I think and believe.

Perhaps, humans weren’t made to be selfish, jealous, and angry.

Maybe we were all made clean and pure, until we started corrupting ourselves.

And what if, the kind and pure people of this earth are what humanity was supposed to be before the horrors of the earth touched our eyes.

All these years I’ve been searching for answers.

Does faith really steer my life?

Who would I be without my demons?

I’ve spent days and nights thinking and searching, looking for a reason of self belonging and understanding.

And I’ve finally found one; it’s litteraly been infront of me.

So yes I sill have these questions, and never in a million years will I get my answers.

But I now know something else.

Now, I’m going to rebuild my life on a new foundation.

I’ll go to the same places, but with these new eyes.

Everything that happened in the past had got a reason of it's own

All that's there in present has got cause attached to it.

It's a way of life

It's part of life

It's there in life

Restlessness of mind followed by motivation

An urge to seek the right direction when feeling something might go completely out of the way.

A thing that went wrong had got reason of it's own

A thing that happened in present also had it's own justification

Sugar is sweet to taste

Salt is bitter

Both have their own individual taste

Both have got their own importance

Never take anything for granted

Neither success

Nor failure

One thing follows another

We are but dust and shadow.

The thing that went wrong was never addressed nor was it questioned

The thing that remained in mind occupied it's place in present

It's was more of an interpretation

A question related to proper interpretation remained in mind for a long time

It came to mind again and again and then settled down at the back of mind

Exactly what's the right thing remained a big question

Search for the right thing continued

The shadow grew longer.

Sometimes a ray of hope in the present

Sometimes a drop of rain falling in an ocean

Sometimes a faint glimpse in present with regards to how things will shape in an uncertain future.

Something always remains in mind to define that life exists in present.

Tracing the path that was lost somewhere.

Reason

Cause

Concern

Motive

Each and everything is in place

Each and everything is in mind

Each and everything needs to find the right moment in time.

It's only a matter of time when the right thing will happen at the right moment, then rest everything will change.

Till then it's wait and watch.

A glaring discrepancy in present with regards to future

Facts remain hidden

When truth will find its place and position only then everything will get straightened out and become clear.

Until then, it’s doom

Everything in dark

Moving towards disaster.

Nothing can be said with regards to future

Not even a single step can be taken in the right direction

Let truth prevail only then it will be a power game with right kind of opposition in place.

Time flies

Trends change

Present generation will get replaced by new one.

Until then it’s a monopoly game

If monopoly will remain for a long time, then it will lead to a disturbing future.

Change is inevitable, but at the same time change is not a concern

The wait continues until the right moment becomes a part of present.