Living from one lie to the next.

I am watching a guy – an acquaintance rather than a true friend – turn his life into a shambles. And there’s not much, if anything, I can do about it. Because the guy has built a life of lies. Yes, he’s a liar. He lies to other people. But worst of all, he lies to himself. He needs psychoanalysis. And won’t get it. Because he has no desire to face the truth. That he’s a liar. And has been for a long, long time. Self-deception has become engrained. He professes to be in search of happiness. A truly loving relationship. Which generally comes with honesty. But that’s a foreign word. I’d like to sit down and chat with the guy. And talk man to man. Honestly. But that can’t happen. Until he’s willing to have an honest dialogue. And he ain’t ready. Therefore, any friend or acquaintance that wants to help is helpless. The guy will continue to be himself. Maybe for the rest of his life. Living from one lie to the next. –Jim Broede