I have been thinking a lot about the concept of honesty. How it is linked to the concept of truth--and how these things, which seem so absolute, mean different things to different people. They are slippery, altering as our consciousness does. We can convince ourselves of various truths. We convince ourselves that we are honest, but what does that mean? As a character in Star Trek once said, "Nefarious characters never think of themselves as nefarious."

Someone once told me that if everyone is open and honest no one gets hurt. But that is simply not true, at least not in the world I inhabit. It is naive and beautiful as an idea. But honesty often IS painful. And what one person sees as honesty may be total obliqueness and vagueness to another.

Not discussing things is not honest. Not letting someone know the score is not honest.
Honesty is not easy. And sometimes I am not even sure it is always advisable.

People cause their own destinies but not alone. We all get trapped in never-ending circles of action and reaction. If we refuse to own our own part in things, we not only are not being honest with others, we are not even being honest with ourselves