True. False.

Truth.
It is a clever concept that challenges my sanity and sanctity at every step. It is one of those things that the more you think you understand, another level appears. It is an illusion of completeness yet one of those things that make you so empty from the inside, that your heart just floats around in your body, with no destination or purpose.
The truth is often measured by the opinion and compliance of others. It is indeed a relative concept except very few will actually admit that. That's the truth about truth. It's a little funny, if you think about it. How we keep chasing this one word trying to fulfill it down to the last letter, although, none of us really know what it stands for. What good is such a virtue? Seems like such a waste. In the pursuit of verity, we lose ourselves, ever thought of that? How many times have we altered our behavior in order to adjust to what the truth claims?
I think truth is a vestigial virtue. Something that was valid in the days of the great Mahatma Gandhi and his ideal world. In the real world, truth has no place. Not amongst friends, lover, family. No one. Every one is out to protect themselves and keep their names intact. Not willing to get their hands dirty for something as atomic as the truth. Ha!
Now, that is the truth.

Defending the truth is not something one does out of a sense of duty or to allay guilt complexes, but is a reward in itself.