I live surrounded by lies and propaganda.
It's unbearable.
Everyone around either doesn't see the truth, or doesn't want to see it.
I try to bring the truth to people, even a little, gradually, but… it's all meaningless.
As soon as I slightly open the door behind which the truth hides, people immediately recoil with the words:
'I'm not interested!', 'It's not that simple!', 'It's just dirty politics, we shouldn't get involved'.
Once I said: 'Truth is my sword!'
I thought about it…
It's not just a beautiful phrase.
Truth really is painful for people living in rose-colored glasses, where we are all good, and the others are bad.
Truth is not a soft feather.
It is a blade.
It cuts, wounds, leaves scars.
Even a light touch — the burning cold of steel.
Even a careful prick — a wound.
Even a neat swing — a scar…
And very few can endure the pain of these wounds.
Wounds of harsh reality.
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