Honesty is such Grey word. One would think anything as simple as honesty would be black or white. We don’t live in black and white world – all our perception are gray-scaled. True honesty would be too bright and painful for us to handle, the piercing of our souls would render us paralyze in fear. So we cover ourselves in dishonesty, a little gray here, a little gray there. We survive another day. Would the world be a better place if everything was brightly honest. If you knew everything about everyone and could read their thoughts, I don’t think we could handle it. We know the truth – but we ignore it. We continue to see the world through our gray-shaded sunscreens.
What if we had to account for our honesty to a greater being. How would we rate ourselves; would he/she use a bell curve. Is 90-100 an A. Would lies to others count more than lies to ourselves, or would it be the other way around. What if we actually believe the lies, does that make them truth. So here we sit with truth and lies, not sure of some, wrong about others. As we get older, we also realize one thing, what is truth today might be wrong tomorrow. Since there is a small chance of knowing the truth in the moment of time we live in, then we perhaps wonder if there is a point where black and white truths combine. There is – when it is all in the past and we no longer see them. When we are free from honesty’s bright light. Then it is very clear indeed and too late.