Sure, it’s a shame to lie to ourselves. It almost feels so wrong for it to feel so right, you know? Maybe we subconsciously know we can’t handle the truth. Maybe we are more aware than we lead ourselves to believe. Maybe, just maybe, we are as naïve as we hope we are.
After all, worry consumes us. We worry what will happen if we don’t live up to our lies. We constantly worry “what if?” until it eats away at our souls.
It’s called self-fulfilling prophecy. By telling ourselves we will be okay, we in turn strive to make it happen. That is just how we are hardwired as a whole.
See, lies get us by. I lie to myself all the time. I lie. There. I said it. I’m a big, fat liar. But you know what the best feeling in the world is? When those little, white lies turn themselves into truth.
Those are called goals. And I always reach my goals. I will be…everything I want to be.