Lies, truths.

Once upon a time I lied. I lied a lot. I swore as much as I lied. I lied as much as I spoke. But one day they lied to me. They hurt me. I was aching. Those lies were really painful. However, I continued lying. The more I lied they more it hurted. The more I lied the more they hurt me. I was addicted to those unloyal words. One day they lied first. I lied second. It was a lie about love. A hurtful lie. It was a lie for both of us. It was sad. Love based in lies. Really sad. Lies do not have a long life. I reached her lied. I uncovered her lies. I felt bad. My soul was aching in sorrow. I saw the truth in lies. They are useless. They lead you to your goal. But once you achieve it you die. You are no longer valid. Your words are void. The lies you said before make your future words hollow(vacías). And I saw my future. It was doomed. Lies only lead to doom. I had seen the truth in lies. I had seen the truth nonetheless. This truth was beautiful. It was complete. It made me complete. I wanted to feel entire. I was looking for my own sort of happiness, based on truth. On meaningful words. But it all had to begin. I needed a boost. I need a daily boost. Not lying is hard. It is harder that it seems. Much harder. Lies may hurt. But the truth is much painful. Much much painful. You have to assume the truth, there's no other alternative. That is why the path of truth is a tough one. You may succed or you may not. You may get what you want or you may not. But you will always end up with your mind free. With no demons in your thoughts. With no voices telling you how worthless you are. It is the right path. It may be the toughest. But is the correct one in the end.