unᴠᴇɪl thᴇ cᴏnsᴇquᴇncᴇs: a ʀᴇᴠɪᴇw ᴏf tᴇllɪng thᴇ tʀuth cᴏnstantlʏ
ɪs what happᴇns ɪf ʏᴏu tᴇll thᴇ tʀuth all thᴇ tɪᴍᴇ wᴏʀth thᴇ hʏpᴇ? lᴇt’s fɪnd ᴏut ʙᴇɪng hᴏnᴇst has ɪts pᴇʀᴋs, lɪᴋᴇ ʙuɪldɪng tʀust and fᴇᴇlɪng gᴏᴏd aʙᴏut ʏᴏuʀsᴇlf. ʙut ɪt’s nᴏt alwaʏs sunshɪnᴇ and ʀaɪnʙᴏws. gᴇt ʀᴇadʏ fᴏʀ ᴊudgᴍᴇnt, pᴏtᴇntɪal ɪsᴏlatɪᴏn, and ᴇᴠᴇn dangᴇʀ. thᴇ tʀuth can huʀt, and nᴏt ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏnᴇ ɪs ʀᴇadʏ tᴏ hᴇaʀ ɪt. sᴏ, whɪlᴇ hᴏnᴇstʏ ɪs a nᴏʙlᴇ tʀaɪt, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ that ɪt’s a dᴏuʙlᴇ-ᴇdgᴇd swᴏʀd....
