They say "the truth can set you free," but free is a very undefined word. One person's definition of free may be "to be without burden," but I've come to find that the truth may be just as burdensome, if not more so, than a lie. When one opens one's emotions to another individual, or room full of people for that matter, they become vulnerable to rejection as well as understanding. An open door into one's soul is an open opportunity for someone else to fill the space with yet another emotion. The warmth and compassion the truth-teller hopes and expects to receive is not always expressed. An awkward silence or avoidance of the subject completely is often the result of this, which may lead to the feeling of regret. Would lying about or suppressing my emotions be more beneficial in the long run? Or is the truth really setting me free into a limbo of unknowing and unexpectedness? Until these questions have been answered, I'll continue to sit in this uneasy limbo-land of uncertainty.
