No one values the truth anymore.
Not really.
We say we do. We hashtag it. Tattoo it. Preach it in job interviews and first dates like it means something. But peel back the layers and most people just want their lies polished, not challenged. They want to be agreed with, not confronted.
They don’t want truth—they want comfort dressed up in conviction.
I don’t do comfort. I do truth.
Because in a world where control is mostly illusion—where your life can collapse between heartbeats—the only real power you have is the words you speak. That’s it. That’s your weapon. Your compass. Your code.
And if you give that up—if you trade truth for approval—you become just another hollow echo in a room full of people afraid to hear their own voice. People terrified of confrontation, allergic to reality, addicted to the soft edges of polite deceit.
But let me be clear:
Honesty isn’t cruelty.
And telling the truth doesn’t make me an asshole.
It makes me trustworthy.
If the truth hurts you, it’s because it touched something real. And that’s not on me—that’s on whatever lie you’ve been holding onto like a blanket soaked in gasoline. You don’t have to like it. But I’m not here to entertain your comfort zone. I’m here to speak clean.
I’ve watched too many people destroy themselves with false narratives—good people, capable people—rotting from the inside because no one around them had the spine to say what needed to be said. No one wanted to be the bad guy. No one wanted to risk honesty.
But if we keep going like this—treating truth like it’s rude or dangerous or optional—then we deserve the consequences. We deserve the fallout. Because silence in the face of delusion is complicity. And every time you swallow the truth to spare someone’s feelings, you teach them how to live a lie a little longer.
I don’t want anything to do with that.
So I tell the truth. As best I can. Every time.
Not for shock. Not for some moral high ground. But because I’d rather lose people being real than keep them by being fake. And if I have to walk this world alone, I’ll do it with my spine straight and my mouth clean.
Talking is cheap.
And lies are expensive.
