When I was a child it used to come naturally to me. Every thought, every feeling, every question flown out in the open without thinking. Eager to share, to see reactions, to get answers.
Until someone laughs when you say ”I like to lie on the floor and look at the shapes on the ceiling” and calls you weird.
Until someone insults you for wanting to know why a day only has 24 hours.
Honesty comes easy when you’re a child. Children don’t care about people’s opinions. They only care about their dreams.
Now I just lie to conform the norms of others. To fit in. To get aproval and attention.
Honesty. We all preach it. But none of us practices it.