Everyone has something or the other that they wish to confess. Secrets kept hidden from the scrutiny of the world. Some things that just cannot be shared, and so, those words are caged inside our heads. There are a plethora of words circulating my mind, yet only a few are able to make their way out of my mouth. We all keep a billion letters imprisoned in ourselves. The syllables waiting impatiently to be released into the air.
Anyway, before I go off topic;
I feel like everyone is a hypocrite at some point in their life. Even me. We all have these morals embedded in us. Yet, we never abide by them completely, do we?
Don’t lie. Don’t steal. Don’t betray your friends and family.
These do not even graze the tip of the iceberg.
But, I have these questions. What if the truth will only get us in more trouble? What if being honest isn’t an option?
Don’t steal. Oh, come on! We all have stolen that teeny, tiny bit of pizza from our siblings. Well, I have nicked my fair share of food from my younger brother.
Don’t play Judas. Ah, my favourite one! Who even set this bloody moral? No one takes it to heart! Every one of us has spilled secrets that we swore to keep to ourselves; well, at some point in our life. If you haven’t, then hats off to you.
Takes an imaginary hat off and does that twirly thing while bowing.
I know I have. Yes, I am ashamed of that fact, but I admit it. I have snitched. Okay, do not give me that one eyebrow raised, judgmental look. The first step is admitting it after all. Now, I don’t know who is on the other side, reading my piece. So, dear reader, ’tis up to you, to not judge. I won’t know either way; so, eh, do what you like. You do you!
See my point? We all have messed up in life, and we all are hypocrites. We are all liars and we all are Judas’ descendants. That is no reason to beat ourselves up. We make mistakes because we are human.
I remember this one time that I was in a fight with a friend of mine. I don’t even recall what led to it. I think I said something that offended her. I have no idea. What I do remember is that that one tiff went on for a whole month. One whole month! I’m not even exaggerating. I felt so guilty and sad the entire time. I did not want to lose my friend. We had a ‘cat-fight’! It was that bad; and now I chuckle and giggle about it. I am laughing my head off just writing about it now. Our mothers had to then force us to talk and we finally resolved our problems. Nowadays, we talk less, but we still are friends.
So, I’ll get to the point. I am not perfect, I am not a saint and nor will I ever be. Ha, we are way past that.
Moving on, my confession is that-
At this point, I have gone off-topic one too many times and I’m pretty sure you get the general idea. So, yeah. That’s it.
Author: Saptaparna Chakraborty
Editor: Alekhya Gahilot