Without honesty we are dangerous.
Without honesty we are sitting ducks.
Without honesty we breed chaos and confusion.
Life spirals down, bit by bit. We may think we are taking the high road. We may think we are playing nice. We may think we are doing the right thing. We may think we are being respectful.
Yet true respect doesn’t allow dishonesty. The truly right thing is not about being nice.
Honesty cuts through chaos. Honesty does not feel nice. Ever.
Honesty is the right thing but at the offset feels the wrong thing.
Honesty stands in the way things truly are not the way we’d like them to be.
Honesty grieves. Honesty longs. Honesty has no blinders, no denial, no misplaced hopes.
Honesty is brutal. Honesty is life.