Philip Emmanuel Penaflor
For The Love Of Lie - Poem by Philip Emmanuel Penaflor
I asked pain, my old friend, if she has found an answer
to the basic question of life's meaning, "When will you
learn to lead your feet instead of letting yourself be led
by them? " she asked me in return.
"But you have never been happy in your life." I said.
And she told me: "Truth may not always guarantee you
perfect happiness, but it is better to walk your own path
than be dragged along the road you never wanted to go,
for then your life would be a lie".
But I protested, "Isn't it that people prefer to live a lie,
and pretend to be happy when in fact they cry inside? "
"That is precisely why I exist", said pain. "Have you not
read Voltaire? It is difficult to free fools from the chains
they so revere! "
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