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Speak in Lies

Kassandra Heit

    Truth is a myth.
    What one perceives as truth, as cold hard fact, can be a box of lies for another. The events that shape our lives skew the way we view things, how we understand and compartmentalize what we witness. And those events, big or small, live with us even when we don’t necessarily remember the moments.
    Moments that define our very existence.
    These moments cannot be measured by tests or examined under a microscope. They float around inside our heads until they decide to awaken us. All the details aren’t there, and someone else always recalls it a bit differently. It may not be what actually happened, but it’s a truth. A truth that someone believes even if someone refutes it partially or entirely.
    What about evidence? A photograph. An artifact. Even something that can be proven time and time again by science. While one can assume events that transpired by pieces of the past, the vacant spaces fill with just that. Assumptions. Even detailing an event in our own lives, we miss small things. Some things we never witnessed ourselves, even if it was in the same room. For others, for most of us, the tendency to create a hero out of ourselves comes too naturally.
    Just a few tweaks here.
    A little white lie to move things along.
    Maybe some drama to really get their interest.
    Things we heard as kids, heard multiple times over years of reminiscing, always seem to change. Even if it’s the slightest change, new details emerge or the event changes into something different spoken by someone else. Life becomes one large corrupted game of telephone, and it gets passed on from generation to generation. Generations of new technologies, of new understandings of the world and of society. Generations more outspoken and more embracing than the one before.
    Generations of humans, capable of errors and faults that can change the way history is told if their truth is loud enough. If their truth is accepted wide enough to believe any other truth is a lie.
    We live in what we believe to be truth - in many versions of the colorful, tangible moments of fleeting feelings and memories we hold so dear and recall when we’re reminded even years later. At a time when even the lies we told become our truths. When even the ones who lived through the experience are no longer here to tell the story themselves.
    We’ll never know everything.
    Truth, absolute and total truth, is myth.

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