[英文练笔]之类的。。。secrets

In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truth.
Peter was always convinced that it was the thrill of the lies, the challenge of them that kept him going. But Neal knew it was more than that. He was addictive to lies. He knew that he should trust someone, but he couldn’t . He was trapped in the worst prison of all- himself.
Neal believed that lying is the most delicate and sophisticated kind of art form. Because for him, the reality, always too rough and too cruel, was never truly an option; if he let his guard down for one moment, the truth would slowly seep into his bloodstream like the most deadly poison, consuming and eroding his heart until nothing was left of him.
As a boy, Neal chose to immerse himself in delusions and fantasy, never venture far enough to confront the truth. He wondered every now and then that perhaps, somewhere deep inside his heart, he knew all along that there was no fairytale - his father was never a hero, not really.
If there was one thing Neal learned from his childhood, it was this, contrary to common believe, truth was the most vicious curse. But, ignorance, ignorance was the bless. Reality was like the pandora’s box, once you release it, you cross the line and can never come back. Disasters were bound to follow, and your last bit of hope, as fragile as the fluttering wings of a butterfly, would be put to an end - trapped in a box.
Leave things be. Let the lies weave their way through your life. Don’t temper with them
There was a reason that Neal Caffery was the best con-man of his time. He truly believed that to live was to deceive - it was the only way to get on with life. So he put on his fancy suit and flashed his brilliant smile. Another lie slipped through the tip of his sliver tongue like the note of music, as smooth as silk, and as gentle as water. Time passed in a blissful blur: he was Neal Caffery, he was Nick Halden, he was James, he was Victor. He could be anyone with anything. He kept running faster and faster, never stopping, never looking back, because he dared not. One lie at a time, discreetly and carefully, he crafted his city of Utopia. And he retreated behind the thick walls and high ceilings, but he knew, it takes a brush of finger to crumble the castle.
And then, and then, he would be left with nothing.