The Poison Of the Open eyes
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Chapter 1 – The Mirror We Divert
The truth, we think we want it. But it is often an illusion.
We, human beings, pretend to want the truth. We say that we are searching for it, that we want to know, that we are ready. But deep down, what we hope for… is that the answer will stroke us in the direction of the lie.
For the truth, the real one, does not forgive. It does not disguise, it does not reassure. It shows. Brutally.
And in this sudden reflection, our ego trembles, our comfort cracks, and our illusions scream.
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That is why we flee from honest people. Those who speak too truthfully make us uncomfortable. Those who say what we already know, but refuse to see.
She is what she is, even if it cuts, even if it breaks.
And that’s where the real problem begins: we want a truth that doesn’t hurt — but that is no longer the truth. It’s an illusion, well presented, well packaged. But still an illusion.
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Chapter 3 – The Honest Ones We Avoid
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There are people we avoid, without really knowing why. They don’t shout, don’t hurt. They just say… what is. Without filter. Without makeup. Without wanting to please.
And that, that disturbs.
They are the ones who speak the truth. Those who do not soften to preserve our ego. Those who, without violence, force us to see.
But we, we do not want to see. So we label them: too harsh, too cold, not diplomatic. We say they lack tact, that they should be quiet. Because their sincerity confronts us with our flaws. Because they become that mirror we do not want to look at.
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The truth, spoken by a stranger, sometimes goes down better.
But when it comes from a loved one?
It's a slap. A betrayal. We call it "a lack of respect," when it's just courage.
And yet... it is often those voices that would have helped us the most. But by constantly fleeing from them, we silence them. And we remain alone, surrounded by people who tell us what we want to hear. Not what we need to hear.
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Chapter 4 – The Truth Destroys Our Comfort
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Comfort is sweet. It reassures, it lulls.
It’s this invisible couch that we have been sitting on for years, without even realizing that it makes us lose time, dreams, fire.
And then, sometimes, a truth arrives. Not a grand truth. Just a sentence, a detail, a word... And suddenly, everything trembles.
The truth does not come knocking at the door. It enters without warning, it overturns the furniture, it turns on the lights in the rooms we wanted to keep in the dark.
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It shakes up what we thought was certain.
She cracks the certainties. She hurts.
Not because she is cruel, but because she is real.
And us?
We grit our teeth.
They say that "it's not the right time." We ask for time, we ask for gentleness. But the truth does not wait. It does not dress to please us. It disturbs, and that is why it transforms. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader
Because we never change in comfort. We evolve in discomfort, in failure, in falling. And every truth we dare to face is one step closer to ourselves. Towards what we flee from, but what we are meant to become. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader
Chapter 5 – The Illusions We Call "Hope"
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They say that hope gives life. But sometimes, it makes us sleep. It gently rocks us, while time passes, while the truth waits.
We cling to "maybe", "one day", "he will change".
We tell ourselves stories. Not to really believe in them...
But to avoid facing what we already know.
Hope then becomes a refuge.
An accepted lie, because it warms, because it calms. We call it "faith", we call it "patience",. but often, it’s just fear of seeing.
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Fear of saying that it’s over.
Fear of accepting that this work will lead us nowhere.
Fear of recognizing that this relationship is just a void for two.
Fear of realizing that that dream… is no longer ours.
And yet, as long as we cling to these illusions, we block the space for what could really happen. We leave the doors closed, because we prefer a fictitious promise to a painful truth.
But hope, the real one, is not an anesthesia. It does not hide. It illuminates. It does not push away the truth — it moves forward with it, even if it hurts.
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Chapter 6 – When We Choose Blindness
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There are truths that we do not see. And others… that we see very well, but that we prefer to ignore.
Chapter 7 – When Truth Destroys Self-Image
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We all have an image of ourselves.
Made of chosen memories, repeated stories, phrases we tell ourselves to stand tall.
"I am a good person."
"I deserve better."
"I have nothing to blame myself for."
But the truth... it does not know our version.
It arrives, raw.
It looks at what we have done, what we have allowed to happen, what we have avoided. It sheds light on our cowardices hidden behind beautiful speeches.
It shows the contrast between what we believe we are and what we actually are, when no one is watching.
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And there... everything wavers.
Because it does not only touch our comfort. It is our identity.
It attacks the "I am" like a crack in a mirror.
And we are afraid.
Not of it in itself.
But of what it says about us.
About our choices. About our silences. About the times we betrayed our own values to be loved, to be at peace, to not lose.
But here it is:
It is not the truth that destroys. It is the lie in which we have lived too long.
And sometimes, an image must collapse.
They are the ones who are called "too much."
Too frank, too harsh, too true. Whereas in reality, they are simply less liars than we are.
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Chapter 9 – When Truth Isolates
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Telling the truth is not just stating facts. It is to detach oneself.
From the group. From approval. From the gaze of others.
Because the truth does not gather a crowd. It does not bring together like a lie. It divides. It separates. It creates emptiness around the one who dares it.
When you tell the truth, you are no longer "nice," you are no longer "easy to live with."
You become "hard," "cold," "arrogant."
Because you refuse the daily theater, and you no longer smile where you should be silent.
You feel the gazes change. Conversations lighten when you enter. Silences become heavier.
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You have not changed. You just stopped playing. And that, the world does not easily forgive.
And that, the world does not easily forgive.
So you find yourself alone. Not because you are wrong, but because you refuse to be wrong with everyone.
And in this solitude... there is something brutal. But also something pure. Because those who stay, despite the truth, those who do not flee... those are true.
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Chapter 10 – When We Prefer to Hate Than to Understand
Geznah.S | The Silence Reader Understanding requires effort. Hating is simpler. It’s direct, it’s quick, it requires no reflection.
We believe that our anger is noble, that it defends a cause, a value, a truth. But often... it only protects our wound.
Hating is refusing to enter into the complexity of the other. It is choosing a label rather than a path. It is saying 'he is like that' to avoid saying 'I do not want to look further.'
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But it does not save.
There are truths that come too late. Truths that the other is not ready to hear. Truths that destroy what we wanted to save. And sometimes, telling the truth, is also accepting to lose.
It’s not because we say what is true that the other will understand. Or that he will forgive. Or that he will stay.
Geznah.S | The Silence Reader Truth does not always create bridges. Sometimes, it draws boundaries.
It can free you, but it can also break the other. And between the two… one must choose.
Do we speak to be true, or do we remain silent to preserve?
And even there, silence is not always sweeter than truth. It becomes a slow lie. A strangled truth. Truth does not save everything. But the lie, it saves nothing.
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Chapter 12 – The Comfort of the False
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The false has something sweet. It is a soft cushion placed on embers. We know it burns underneath, but as long as it doesn't break through the surface... we stay.
They say:
"I prefer not to know." "It's better this way."
"Why ruin this moment with truths that hurt?"
The false is the story we tell ourselves to hold on. It is that smile we keep in front of others, while inside, everything collapses.
It is that relationship we keep alive, even when love is dead.
This work we pretend to love. This life we play like a role, every day.
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Why?
Because the false reassures. It cradles.
It puts the questions to sleep. It avoids decisions.
But there is a price.
The false costs authenticity. It costs real peace. It costs self-respect.
And the more we settle into the false, the more returning to the true becomes violent. Like coming out of a dark room: the light hurts.
But one thing is certain: The comfort of the false never lasts. It always ends up demanding its due. And when it does... it’s always more expensive than expected.
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Chapter 13 – Those Who Open Their Eyes Have No Choice.
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There is a before and an after. Before opening the eyes, one can pretend. One can ignore, minimize, justify. One can live in the blur, in the almost, in the 'it will be fine'.
But once the eyes are opened… there is no going back.
One can no longer love in the same way. Work in the same way. Live in the same way.
Because what we see, we can no longer unsee it.
The masks fall.
Chapter 14 – Clarity Does Not Make Noise
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Clarity does not shout.
It does not seek to convince. It does not debate to win. It simply sees.
It is an inner silence.
A gaze that pierces instead of judging. A strange calm in a world that stirs to avoid thinking.
Clear-minded people are not necessarily those who speak the most. Often, they are the ones who observe. Who understand before they are explained. Who smile gently when others get carried away.
Because they have already gone through that fire. They have already lied to themselves.
They have already believed that love would heal everything, that the truth would be enough to change others, that good would triumph just because it is good.
And then… they saw.
They saw that life does not always follow those rules. That good intentions do not save bad realities. That the human ego is often stronger than love, and that lies can disguise themselves as virtue.
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So they no longer get carried away. They act.
Or they distance themselves.
Clarity does not want to be right. It wants to be at peace.
And for that, it chooses the truth. Even alone. Even in silence.
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Because they show that another life is possible.
That one can say no.
That one can leave.
That one can free oneself.
And that is unbearable… for those who chose to stay.
Those people, we reject them. But in silence, we admire them.
Because they had the courage that we have not yet found.
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Chapter 16 – The Price of Truth
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The truth has a price.
And that is often why we choose something else.
To say what we think?
It can cost friends.
Refusing to play the game?
It can cost a place, comfort, security.
The truth isolates.
Because it does not flatter. It does not seek to please. It does not follow the crowds — it crosses them.
Being true is not just telling the truth to others. It is admitting it to oneself.
But we forget to say that before freeing… it destroys.
There are truths that save. Truths that open doors, that give meaning, that wake us from a slow nightmare.
And then, there are those that cut sharply. That shatter an image, a trust, an illusion.
Some truths are like a hand extended. Others, like a slap. But both awaken.
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The difference is: Are you ready to hear?
Do you have within you the structure to receive?
Or will this truth, today, make you fall more than it lifts you up?
We believe that every truth is good to say. But sometimes, it’s the way it is thrown that hurts. Sometimes, it’s the moment. Sometimes, it’s the intention behind.
A truth spoken without love becomes a weapon. A truth spoken to crush… kills. But a truth spoken to free… heals, slowly. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader
So we must learn to offer the truth, not to impose it.
And we must learn to receive it, not to fight it.
Not all truths are equal.
But they all eventually come. And those that we push away for too long… often arrive with more violence than one would have thought.
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Chapter 18 – Silence Is Not Always a Lie
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We believe that being silent is hiding. We think that those who do not speak are fleeing the truth. But sometimes… silence is a truth too vast to be put into words.
There are pains that cannot be expressed. Awareness that we do not yet know how to articulate. Inner truths that we carry within us, not to hide them, but because they are sacred. Silence can be cowardice. But it can also be dignity.
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Being silent, sometimes, is refusing to play a role. Refusing to participate in a collective lie. Refusing to put words on something that exceeds words.
People who truly understand know how to read silences. They do not force. They listen to what cannot be heard.
And in a noisy world, where everyone speaks to exist, silence becomes almost a rebellion.
A way of saying: "I don't need to explain what I know."
Because some truths do not need to be shouted. They radiate in gestures. In looks.
In the way of walking, leaving, staying.
Silence, sometimes, it is the purest form of truth.
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Chapter 19 – The Truth Does Not Save Everyone
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We like to believe that truth heals. That it enlightens, straightens, transforms. But that is not always the case.
Some people receive the truth... and collapse. Not because it is false, but because they were not ready. Truth, when it enters a poorly built house, does not renovate it. It makes it fall.
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We lie, not to manipulate, but to soften a fall, to hold a heart just a little longer, to avoid a pain deemed unnecessary.
It is a lie that does not seek to deceive, but to protect.
Protect the other. Protect peace. Sometimes, even… protect love. It is not noble. It is not pure. But it is human.
We lie because we know the other is not ready. Because we feel that the truth, this time, would not be a light… but a burn. And then, we remain silent. Or we invent a softer version. Not forever. Just for this moment. The lie then becomes a bandage, not a prison.
But this bandage will have to be removed one day. And that day… the truth will wait. Always. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader
Chapter 21 – The Truth We Don’t Tell Anyone
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There are truths that we never share. Not because they are shameful, but because they are sacred.
we will have to face everything we have avoided until now. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader
So we lie.
We say it's okay. We say we've turned the page. We say we no longer hurt, that we feel nothing anymore.
That's false.
But it's vital.
Because the truth, sometimes, would hurt too much. This kind of lie is not beautiful. But it is a form of survival.
And sometimes, surviving is all we can do.
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Chapter 23 – The Price of a Truth
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Telling the truth is not just speaking. It's losing.
Losing someone. Losing the image we had of ourselves. Losing comfort, a connection, a place.
For the truth, when it is laid on the table, leaves nothing intact.
It scrapes the illusions. It breaks the role plays. It tears off the masks, even those we had forgotten to wear.
We believe it liberates. That's true.
But before freedom, there is emptiness.
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The reaction of the other.
The gaze that changes.
The silence that follows.
Sometimes, telling the truth is choosing to be alone. It is knowing that we are going to lose something… and saying it anyway.
That’s it, the price. It is not heroism. It is not glory. It is emptiness.
The cold.
The after.
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But those who dare… those who pay that price… cross the night.
And at the end, what they find, it is not always happiness, but it is peace.
The real one.
The one that no longer depends on the gaze of others.
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