My peace is one of the most precious things I have. The older I get, the more I realise that all I really want is a peaceful life. Not a perfect one. Not a rich one. Just one that lets me breathe a little easier. And yes, I lied too much to protect my peace.  Don't get me wrong. I know lying is wrong. I grew up being taught to always tell the truth, and I still believe honesty matters. But I've also learned that not everything is worth explaining. Sometimes I'd rather tell a little white lie than spend the next twenty minutes explaining myself to someone who has already made up their mind.  If you know what I mean. You know what I mean. I don't lie with bad intentions. I lie to end conversations. I lie to remove myself from situations that don't feel right. I lie because some people don't stop asking, even after you've politely changed the subject.  I truly don't care what people assume about me. But I do care about protecting my peace.  Lately, I've...