Salesmen, Cheats & Liars
Well hello friend
I caught you laughing again but, don’t worry
Your secret’s safe with me.
It’s so strange
Everybody’s so caught up in
Worrying that, they ain’t what we want ‘em to be.
Another great one by Ron Hawkins. In fact, the one that introduced me to his incomparable work.
Not every lie is malicious, but they’re all selfish, and they all end badly. If you think differently, you’re just lying to yourself. For selfish reasons. Usually laziness. The truth is hard work. Not for wimps. Or cowards. If it’s not obvious, I don’t respect liars. I can care about them, and even love them, but I can’t respect them. There’s no good excuse, only bad rationalizations.
I may be barely keeping it together, but I don’t stitch the pieces of my life together with strings of lies. There’s nothing I hate worse than when I catch myself lying to me. Without honesty, you can’t do anything worth doing.
I can’t claim I’m over it. And I can’t pretend I wasn’t changed by it. And I’ll always have regrets; I can admit my mistakes, and wish I didn’t make them, but I guess that’s the curse of a perfectionist. But I can say one thing: I survived it. And I’m probably better for it. But it’s a close call.