George OrwellIn a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
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In the fight for truth, it often feels like there is no room for deceit. It is often easier to tell the truth than to be dishonest, but that doesn’t mean that telling the truth isn’t a revolutionary act. When you are faced with deceitful words or actions, you can choose to believe them or not. However, you are choosing to believe, even though they are lying. That is a revolutionary act of putting your faith in what you feel is true.
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