The truth …
I will try to look at the issue from a different angle.
The truth, whatever it may be and however painful it is, I like to be told it. I prefer the sharp pain of a tooth being pulled to the insidious pain of a persistent toothache.
Everyone reacts differently, and some prefer to plug their ears rather than hear or see it.
And even if we prefer to hear it… before blaming others for not saying it to our faces, could we ourselves say it? It is not that easy.
Since you love the truth, Claudiac, I’m not going to tell you one, but ask you a question. You don’t have to answer me, just yourself, and without lying to yourself, (smiles)..
If your child were ill, would you tell them that they are doomed and that they will die in atrocious suffering within a few weeks? I could not do that. And when my father was ill, when his days were numbered, when he himself saw his end approaching, I urged him to fight to pull through, all the while knowing that I was lying to him.
And when my son was ill, I never told him about the fears his illness caused me. I always kept a positive attitude in front of him.
I deeply admire the doctors who have the courage to tell their patients, “You only have a few days left to live.”
You have to be a very subtle psychologist to know whether to deliver such a truth to someone or to hide it from them.
So, the truth—even if we want to know it—is not only something that not all of us are capable of hearing and accepting, but even less of speaking, at least in certain circumstances.
Best regards to you all