The Dilemma and Holding On To Your Own Truth

There are dilemmas in life, like whether to tell people the truth or not, doctors and writers face this dilemma quite often. I mean if you see a person in impending doom and you know that he can't be helped the least you could do is tell him the truth. It's just like telling an ailing person a diagnosis, he gets to take respite in it. As a writer, and I don't consider myself a writer, I have just been writing since my college days, and it's been more than a decade now, I have the dilemma that should I tell people the truth and ruin their lives or should I keep it to myself. It is past couple of years the realisation dawned on me that me telling or not telling the truth is not going to ruin anyone's life. This shit is predecided like reservation in jobs. Those who are bound to suffer would suffer anyway and those who are bound to have fun will keep having fun till the end of their lives, and in this country especially, at the expense of others. For the ones suffering, the least I could do is tell them their diagnosis. The best way to know the truth of this country, if it even exists, as my not so recent experiences point otherwise, is being a moral and upright citizen of this country. This is a sure shot way of enlightenment in this country. This country is run not by brains and reason but egos, very massive ones at that. And it makes me wonder how did these egos get so massive when just few (almost eight to be exact) decades ago the same motherfuckers who are orchestrating this shitshow of deprivation and exploitation (and not to mention, rape) were hanging by the balls of the British. The past decade has taught me that there is no method to this madness and I used to think otherwise before that, thinking there must be some reason behind this shit, nah, not really, it's just a bunch of assholes with massive egos doing whatever they want. I mean I have no business in this shit, and I never had, but since I'm writing why not document the truth. I have feeling that things are not going to end well with me, but I know enough truth to now know that the way things are going, things are not going to end well with anyone for that matter. This country took me by surprise in the past decade; with all the body of philosophical works from antiquity which could have been built upon, shit here is quite simple and direct. Not what I was expecting but then truth is truth and one has to accept it. The most fun realisation that I have had is that your actual truth can get crushed under egoistic delusions of the individuals in power, which is not where the actual fun lies as this is common realisation which people see in their daily lives in this country, the actual fun part is the level it is capable of happening. Your reality can be interpreted in infinite ways, of course given the setup none of those infinite ways are going to be positive, and none would correspond to your personal story but that's how things actually are. God is nowhere in the picture, but I advocate for personal belief at least, for respite. It has been a throughly disappointing experience for me but then it's been totally my fault for having hopes and expectations. My advice, stick to your version, the most authentic version, of your life and your truth. I'm not saying that it would get you through because if you had to get through it wouldn't have happened in the first place, but at least you would have the company of your own sweet truth.