Philip Emmanuel Penaflor
Freedom - Poem by Philip Emmanuel Penaflor
"So why do people prefer to live a lie and pretend that they are
just fine when in fact they are hurting deep inside? " I asked pain.
"Illusion is the first of all pleasures", she said quoting Voltaire.
"It is easier to pretend, for any consequence of pain is superficial
while the consequences of truth are real and its pain stings deep."
"When people begin to dwell on illusions, there is no limit to what
they can become as there is no barrier to their fantasies; and when
they do get back to reality it does not hurt them too much because
they knew from the very beginning that everything was not real".
"And in this cruel world illusion is a form of escape, people must
learn to survive somehow, and people survive by living a life of lie! "
"But isn't it that the world is cruel because of the lies we created? "
again I asked. "Exactly", she said. "Truth is kinder because it liberates
you of what you are not, and freedom enables you to walk naked
without fear of losing yourself for there is nothing to lose anymore."
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