The truth hurts, so we lie.
Lie. An escape from trouble. The fastest way to the exit door. Some finds it easy to weave a story than to say what's in reality.
White lies, black lies, or name-all-the-colors-in-the-color-wheel lies. Regardless of its color, intention, or reason, the bottom-line is that their all a bunch of lie.
Isn't it more painful not knowing the truth? Because in the end, the truth will find its way to bite back. In times we least expect it. When the damage becomes severe that we wouldn't be able to patch it with another lie.