Secrets are a desert. The more you have, the more barren the wasteland is. You’d think they’d be a forest, deep and dark and hidden. But no, secrets are a desert. Lies are a forest. Dense and dank and murky. They grow with a life of their own and if you are not careful, you will lose yourself in them.
The thing about forests though, is that they’re cool and shady. So when your life is a desert, it’s so very tempting to grow yourself a forest. What are a few lies if you can get away from the scorching blaze of your secrets? Before you know it, you’ve surrounded yourself with lies, trapped yourself so deeply within the forest, you can’t even see the sun anymore.
But lies – they lie. For although you can’t see the sun anymore, though you no longer have its light to guide you, the desert is still there. Still as barren and endless and full of secrets. The sun still burns and you can feel its heat. The canopy of your forest amplifying it, containing it like a greenhouse. Suffocating. Demanding. And youΒ can’t even see the light.
The truth is a river. It flows with life and strength. But it’s deep and terrifying, full of rapids and pieces of driftwood that crash into you. You can’t just rest on its edges, you can’t dip your feet in a little. You have to plunge right in. Because you see, on the edges of truth, is where lies are the strongest. A forest growing strong, fed by the river.
Secrets are a desert. Lies are a forest. The truth is a river. How do you survive?
I really liked the imagery you have used. Great work.
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They are wise and insightful analogies. I enjoyed reading this, it made me think about my own secrets and lies. I would like to think my forest is sparse.
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Thank you. π
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Beautiful!
I’m right in the middle of that deep river, with sand in my hair, clinging on to a fallen forest tree..
Thank you, looking forward to reading more.
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Thank you!
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WoW! How can you currently reading so many books? Love your blog. Cheer from another bookworm π
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Hehe, thank you! I just like having choices. Sometimes in the middle of a book, I just really feel like reading another genre even though I like the book I’m reading. I don’t know, I’m weird.
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I usually read 1 book at a time. If it is really tough I take a break with a “light” YA or other. A poetry book is always on my nightstand though. π
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For me, it rarely has anything to do with what I’m reading. Sometimes I just get bored when I’m somewhere and I start a new book. I don’t know, I have a problem with starting things and taking forever to finish them. You should see how bad I am about finishing series!
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π I so much understand you with series! I only finished Harry Potter π
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I have a long, long, LONG list of unfinished series. And I keep adding to it.
Did you enjoy it, then?
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I loved Harry! Another (different) series I would suggest is 44 Scotland street. It is all set in Edinburgh. Alexander McCall Smith (the author) is a real genius!
But I have got to read his last book on the series… Wish I can this summer.
All the best from this part of the globe. Bookworms live on the same planet though, I guess π
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I’d say we live in so many different world’s all at once. π
Which part of the globe is that, then? And all the best right back. π
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Italy. You’ve got such an Italian name. Maybe we are neighbours!
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Just the name I’m afraid. Closest I’ve ever been to Italy was flying over it.
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