Lies In Black And White
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Lies In Black And White
How far are you willing to lie to your loved ones about the death of somebody else?Or how long are we willing to do that,until a white lie turns to black?With time,the purest,most innocent white lie can be tainted with black,because with time purity doesnt hold.It pollutes and it wipes away all traces of what you used to know,with time being the most efficient cleaner of all dirt,even if the dirt are white.
Vibration surged through the earth a few hours after dinner.The family dashed out of their home into the streets,along with fellow residences of the neighbourhood.Their legs shook,the ground heaved upwards and down,and for the longest time in their lives that hoped for the earthquake to stop.And so it did finally,after a minute of shaking the whole family went relieved.So back into the house they went,life goes on and back to normal.Most of the family remained downstairs to watch television,while the rest were dispersed over the second and the third floor.And then,it happened again.
Aftershocks rocked the earth once more,and this time the family tried to dash for cover again.Some managed,while others werent so lucky.The mother jumped over one of her twin sons in the same room,shielding her from the falling debris from above.Three seconds into the second earthquake,their house cracked and gave way.The foundation fell apart and collapsed,sending bricks and concrete down towards the earth along with the flesh and blood of the family.One minute into the next quake,the bodies were buried under tonnes of what became of their home,now tumbling off broken peaks and all around their bodies.Buried alive,they awaited and prayed for survival,and the lives of other family members,now buried somewhere in other parts of the wreckage.
The family members were rescued overnight,bulldozers rummaging through the debris,while rescue dogs ploughed through the rocks and the bricks for more signs of life.Rescue workers cheered as they family members were carried out on stretchers one by one,while the ambulances stood by the scene,awaiting the injured members of the family.When the mother was rescued alongside the son,signs of life were already gone.But she was sent to the hospital as well,alongside the son she was protecting.The song suffered from a crushed left leg,but other than that he was very much alive,and breathing.
News coverage all over,tears were wept.The house is gone,transformed into a hill of wreckage.A happy family which was lucky enough to escape the first earthquake,wasnt lucky enough to survive the second.Now the family laid broken in two or three different hospitals,with the mother dead and the son's lower leg being amputated.The rest of the family very well survived,with the other half of the twins hardly suffering from a scratch.The practical jokes from the heavens,but the miracle within a tragedy.
How the problem arises: What are you going to tell this unharmed child about his dead mother?How far are you willing to lie to her about death,about where she is now?A white lie is a white lie when the lie protects somebody from the painful truth.But what happens when you create more lies just to satisfy the one you made before?Is that still a white lie?When it comes down to that,a white lie is now probably very much grey.
It was on the news a couple of days ago when it first started,the surviving half of the twin brothers sat with his innocent eyes starring into the news camera,and the microphone of the reporters poking into his faces,asking him questions.He wasnt disturbed at all,just scratching the pillow that he was holding in his arms,or just looking at anywhere by the camera lenses and answering the questions.When asked if he knows where his mother is,he answered to the reporters,"Working."
Apparently,the family members who survived lied to this little kid about the whereabouts of his mother.They told him that because the home is not in a very good state after the earthquake,his mother was then working somewhere else to help with family finances.Not in the morgue or in the coffin,awaiting burial,but somewhere else working for money.That's the misconception of the little boy,asked the same questions over and over and answering the same old thing.To him,his mother is off somewhere working.While to the rest of the world,she is dead the moment the building came crashing down.
Well to me,i was asking myself what happens when i am in that situation.How i am going to tell,or not tell this innocent young boy about the death of his beloved mother.Are we going to tell white lies,then one day when the child is matured enough,we tell him the truth?What then,is he going to think when the truth is revealed and he realised that for the past few years,even the closest people in his life has been lying to him?What i am saying is,even white lies can turn black.Are you going to make up more lies to cover up for the initial one,that his mother went to work?Or are you going to tell him straight in the face,that his mother is dead,is gone?
I admit,that it is a touchy issue.I wouldnt know how i would react if i must come to that point of decision making myself.But right now,i'd tell him straight in the face,traumatized or not afterwards.Because i believe in truth,and i dont think that white lies are going to work in the long term.Your pregnant wife was 45kg and because she is pregnant now,she is 78kg.Now she asks you if she is thin and still beautiful,what are you going to say?The most frank and honest men arent going to tell them that they look fat either,so now we tell a white lie.But white lies in nature are delusional,they are merely excuses to get your ass out of a tight situation.
So now the kid is still lying in bed wondering where the mother is,why she is working overtime every single day - even on weekends - and the finances of the family doesnt seem to be improving at all.I just think that white lies are as good as black ones,because in the long term all lies are the same.Lies,they dont get anybody anywhere,even if it is for a while.White lies turn black,black lies remain as that.They dont make people feel better,just empty and numb all over.And to tell you the truth,the truth sets you free even if it means,that you begin your journey of freedom with blood and tears all over.Truth is,afterall,the truth.They dont get tainted,they remain pure.Like the diamonds in the dirt,the remain the same through ages,the test of time.
How far are you willing to lie to your loved ones about the death of somebody else?Or how long are we willing to do that,until a white lie turns to black?With time,the purest,most innocent white lie can be tainted with black,because with time purity doesnt hold.It pollutes and it wipes away all traces of what you used to know,with time being the most efficient cleaner of all dirt,even if the dirt are white.
Vibration surged through the earth a few hours after dinner.The family dashed out of their home into the streets,along with fellow residences of the neighbourhood.Their legs shook,the ground heaved upwards and down,and for the longest time in their lives that hoped for the earthquake to stop.And so it did finally,after a minute of shaking the whole family went relieved.So back into the house they went,life goes on and back to normal.Most of the family remained downstairs to watch television,while the rest were dispersed over the second and the third floor.And then,it happened again.
Aftershocks rocked the earth once more,and this time the family tried to dash for cover again.Some managed,while others werent so lucky.The mother jumped over one of her twin sons in the same room,shielding her from the falling debris from above.Three seconds into the second earthquake,their house cracked and gave way.The foundation fell apart and collapsed,sending bricks and concrete down towards the earth along with the flesh and blood of the family.One minute into the next quake,the bodies were buried under tonnes of what became of their home,now tumbling off broken peaks and all around their bodies.Buried alive,they awaited and prayed for survival,and the lives of other family members,now buried somewhere in other parts of the wreckage.
The family members were rescued overnight,bulldozers rummaging through the debris,while rescue dogs ploughed through the rocks and the bricks for more signs of life.Rescue workers cheered as they family members were carried out on stretchers one by one,while the ambulances stood by the scene,awaiting the injured members of the family.When the mother was rescued alongside the son,signs of life were already gone.But she was sent to the hospital as well,alongside the son she was protecting.The song suffered from a crushed left leg,but other than that he was very much alive,and breathing.
News coverage all over,tears were wept.The house is gone,transformed into a hill of wreckage.A happy family which was lucky enough to escape the first earthquake,wasnt lucky enough to survive the second.Now the family laid broken in two or three different hospitals,with the mother dead and the son's lower leg being amputated.The rest of the family very well survived,with the other half of the twins hardly suffering from a scratch.The practical jokes from the heavens,but the miracle within a tragedy.
How the problem arises: What are you going to tell this unharmed child about his dead mother?How far are you willing to lie to her about death,about where she is now?A white lie is a white lie when the lie protects somebody from the painful truth.But what happens when you create more lies just to satisfy the one you made before?Is that still a white lie?When it comes down to that,a white lie is now probably very much grey.
It was on the news a couple of days ago when it first started,the surviving half of the twin brothers sat with his innocent eyes starring into the news camera,and the microphone of the reporters poking into his faces,asking him questions.He wasnt disturbed at all,just scratching the pillow that he was holding in his arms,or just looking at anywhere by the camera lenses and answering the questions.When asked if he knows where his mother is,he answered to the reporters,"Working."
Apparently,the family members who survived lied to this little kid about the whereabouts of his mother.They told him that because the home is not in a very good state after the earthquake,his mother was then working somewhere else to help with family finances.Not in the morgue or in the coffin,awaiting burial,but somewhere else working for money.That's the misconception of the little boy,asked the same questions over and over and answering the same old thing.To him,his mother is off somewhere working.While to the rest of the world,she is dead the moment the building came crashing down.
Well to me,i was asking myself what happens when i am in that situation.How i am going to tell,or not tell this innocent young boy about the death of his beloved mother.Are we going to tell white lies,then one day when the child is matured enough,we tell him the truth?What then,is he going to think when the truth is revealed and he realised that for the past few years,even the closest people in his life has been lying to him?What i am saying is,even white lies can turn black.Are you going to make up more lies to cover up for the initial one,that his mother went to work?Or are you going to tell him straight in the face,that his mother is dead,is gone?
I admit,that it is a touchy issue.I wouldnt know how i would react if i must come to that point of decision making myself.But right now,i'd tell him straight in the face,traumatized or not afterwards.Because i believe in truth,and i dont think that white lies are going to work in the long term.Your pregnant wife was 45kg and because she is pregnant now,she is 78kg.Now she asks you if she is thin and still beautiful,what are you going to say?The most frank and honest men arent going to tell them that they look fat either,so now we tell a white lie.But white lies in nature are delusional,they are merely excuses to get your ass out of a tight situation.
So now the kid is still lying in bed wondering where the mother is,why she is working overtime every single day - even on weekends - and the finances of the family doesnt seem to be improving at all.I just think that white lies are as good as black ones,because in the long term all lies are the same.Lies,they dont get anybody anywhere,even if it is for a while.White lies turn black,black lies remain as that.They dont make people feel better,just empty and numb all over.And to tell you the truth,the truth sets you free even if it means,that you begin your journey of freedom with blood and tears all over.Truth is,afterall,the truth.They dont get tainted,they remain pure.Like the diamonds in the dirt,the remain the same through ages,the test of time.
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