When I was a teenager, I wrote an article about the relationship between love and truth. Both are desirable, but which one is greater? I am sure that as adults, we often have to struggle when we are forced to choose between the two. Sometimes, it seems that the two are mutually exclusive. We cannot have both at the same time. As a writer, I am often caught in this dilemma — if I speak the truth, some people may not like it. But if I don’t speak the truth, then I am essentially choosing untruth in order to maintain harmony. Is this really a loving thing to do? Am I true to myself?