The cave of lies

The cave of lies

A Story by Izdehar
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A new concept I’ve written when I was 19.

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The cave of lies
 
I lied; only because with the truth I thought I won’t be heard. The truth, I don’t really know a lot about the truth but Gardner had a clue about the lie, Gardner is a philosopher who came with this amazing concept of the truth and the lie, or what he believed was some kind of a lie, it starts like every start with the smallest creature, a bug that is tired of being small and not realized or accepted in the real rough world, a bug I will refer to as she, tired of being denied and despised, she decided she wants to prove how important is she to the world, or at least to run a way from them, from the fact that they don’t really see her, she is important because every creature is in many different ways, and others thoughts and impressions about us should never change how important are we, but it does change the way we feel about our selves.
however during her hard self seeking journey she had to learn more fears about the truth that others believed about her, how weak she is, fragile, easily broken, easily defeated, the storm of their truth was stronger than she could embrace and then finally the mercy of God (she thought) has shown her a big dark cave that she might hide in, take a break, gather herself, glue back her free will and the rest of her broken heart, new thoughts started wandering ! She thought to her self: If I passed this huge dark cave I’d be looked at as a hero, _as a hero_ was the first lie, heroic missions come without an invitation of the inner conflict that we have in our selves, anyhow Gardner said: she walked into the cave, now the cave was more like a big broken pieces of mirror, the rocks inside it demonstrated a lot of reflections, not true right accurate ones because of the way the light was inside the cave(no reflection is 100% accurate ).
now Gardner’s story goes into three parts, the formation of the lie, the need of impression, and the conviction, now the small bug walks into the cave and gets  shocked while seeing the huge different reflections of her, because of the rocks and the lighting, so far she is totally aware about the physical rational being of her, while walking in and looking into the reflections she thinks with her broken heart (said heart because when it comes to emotions the heart is the illogical logic of all emotions) said: oh only if I look this way, huge scary big no one would have dared to put their feet on or belittle me.
The poor bug, Gardner said: while getting half way the cave her need of being seen and acknowledged had her actually think to herself: I look this way, big, huge, scary, big, huge, scary. Those words kept echoing in her sad blind mind.
And then at the second stage of the cave her impression was I am huge but they have never noticed.
the last part of Gardner’s story was getting to the End as she was absolutely self convinced that she is huge and others this time got to see it, it’s just the truth. And that’s her only mission in life is to get people to see how huge and scary she is, that was found in the cave of lies.
The bug left the cave at the same physical being but in her mind the absolute truth is her being big, and the mission now during her life’s journey is to get others to see it, the only others that will believe this lie are not aware of the truth, the obvious denied truth, only the blind I might say.
That was Gardner’s story, and his point was: all of us at some point go to that cave, maybe to run away of a truth either physical, mental, social, or emotional truth, we go out convinced with a lie we were wishing for, and worse, we try to get people to see a lie we created to feel better, so bad that others have different sights, they don’t see the lie and in their eyes we do not only need the thing that they say we already miss, but we lie about it, and the conflict starts when someone tries to get others to embrace his/her emotional or spiritual constitution.
-No one is perfect- is the only truth that no one believes in the world, and not realizing that truth pushes us to the edge of the cave, fighting to protect the lie.
Gardener didn’t belittle that small creature, the small creature wanted something she can’t have, she is important, she is a root of creations, basic to the balance of the world, as important as the sun and the air, as important as water, but she craved the physical acknowledgment and not only what God has given which is never small or unworthy.
Gardner was a clever man, he talked about what I believe was the truth about the lie.
I am a liar, and maybe worse, maybe I just walked out of the cave believing some funny lies of being a writer, or maybe the lie is me not being a writer, like the monster who gets into the cave and sees the funny small reflections of his, so he believes he is small and ridiculous, not seen despite of his physical big real being.
Now I have to confess about my lie, at least the one I am sure was a lie, Gardner is a lie, he is me, and I am him, there is no one called Gardner, not someone I know anyway, he is a guy who lived in my mind and created the concept of _the cave of lies_ and then died, he is a moment of knowledge I needed to share with my work mate but I knew she wouldn’t have listened if it was just me, I am a 19 years old girl with no high school degree, and two current jobs, and 4 different work places in 1 year, no big deal, but Gardner was a big deal, for some reason people have never listened to me, but they always listen and even love people like Gardner, and Leo and Garnate, they like me when I call my self with their names, only without their realization. I was inside the cave, I am the cave.

© 2019 Izdehar


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Izdehar
Ignore grammar problems, what do you think of the whole concept!

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Izdehar

Amman, Middle East , Jordan



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I am a 30 years old , English is my second language, I write mostly in English, I love poetry, it’s been my passion since I was 5, I work as an interpreter, I love my son, family, and my amazing.. more..