Hypocrisy

As usual, someone who needs extra cash for greater spending power like myself has dragged his feet to work in the noon. And like every other workplaces, they harbour lovely politices. People just like to talk so much. Be it good, be it bad. Be it at your back, or at your face. My motto still stands - ignorance is the best virtue.

To each a unique life leaves unspoken stories. For a different story, it offers a different kind of taste. Sometime sweet, and sometime bitter. It's going to a never-ending of twists and turns. So much to live a merrier life, we often think and feel. So much to live a happier life, we often sob and tear. Life has too much to offer me, of which I can never take and return. Thus, I shall just resign to fate to work its magic.

Today, I shall tell a different story. A story about hypocrisy. A story which relates more about ourselves.

Many a time, we judge a book by its cover. (And yes, we are in no position to judge no one. But you know yourself best. ) For example, the first impression you have, the first sentence he says to you, the first feeling you feel etc. Little do we know, the art of hypocrisy exists in our world all the time that tend to blind us from truth. The sweetness of words may have already melt your heart. The gentleness in him may have already conquer your thoughts. But is he who he really are, or just another hypocrites?

You know yourself best (It's you who think that you don't know yourself.) You just know what you like most and what you hate core. But you just wouldn't admit. For a hypocritical life may be just what you want after all, like myself. Not that you possess a borderline personality or whatsoever. It's that you just don't want to be known. As controversial as it may be, wouldn't you agree?

How many times can we actually let our souls free? How many times can we do the things we really want to do? How many times can we say the things we want to do without causing any effects? How many times do we really have our own freewill on anything? My answer to mine was "not many times." For we are often bound with restrictions. For we are not living alone.

If you asked. Am I who I really am or am I just who I really want myself to be or am I who he wants me to be? My reply will always finish with a question mark.

At the end of the day, is the truth really that important? We are always so curious about truth. However, when it comes to light, it often trips us into many aspects of feel. Denial sets in and so on. At times, it may put a smile up hanging by us. But still, is it really that important?

I want to live my life my way. Can I?

Just my little pessimistic thoughts here. Mind me.