The Truth of the Soul: A Journey Beyond Lies

"I will show you my lies, learned long ago, unnecessary, worn out... They sound so true."

I sit in the chaos of my thoughts, and everything inside me stirs as the Truth echoes. The truth is the way, the solution, the sanctuary. But with a tired mind and a cloudy feeling, the question arises: What is the truth?

Everyone seems to have their truth, and so it must be that I too have my own—my holy, authentic truth. It’s the naked spark of being buried beneath the dark and heavy lies of this world. And so, I set out on a journey, head held high, determined to battle for the truth, believing that it will set me free.

I fight battles, I work hard, and I throw honest words at others, not backing down. I stand firm while others turn their backs, as lies flow like streams of blood, tainted with hardened prejudices, fake smiles, and forced phrases of politeness. Ambition flows, and we are all caught up in the learned lessons of a civilization clouded by manipulation.

The Struggle with Truth

But still, I struggle. I breathe, and it’s not getting any easier. Something is eating me inside. Everything is peeling away, and it begins to feel as though the truth is nothing but loneliness. Is this the truth? Loneliness?

And then the lies, the deceptions, the self-criticism—they begin to laugh at me. This arrogant giggle seems as if it will destroy me, because if I silence it, nothing will remain. I’ll cease to exist. The battles with others now feel like nothing but fleeting fantasies.

What’s left? The pain, the loneliness of disappearing. How can I wish to die within myself? I am the only source of my ridicule, limitations, poor excuses, and false representations.

I pray, but I don’t believe it. There is no salvation for me. How can I pray to God when I am still more real, more tangible, more important to myself than anything else?

Confronting the Truth

With dilated pupils and defeated by the realization, I come to the stark truth: there is no going back. The role of the curious seeker, the hero, the wanderer—it’s all a mask. Where then, is liberation? Where is peace, freedom, and tranquility?

In the agony, there is a fleeting courage, a desire to destroy everything I am—the part of me that feels separate, special, or exalted. But then, in that moment, I realized that life is a search, and that moment is just a lie. The truth demands eternity. No, I’m not worthy.

I am neither powerful, nor special, nor exalted. I am defeated by my own mechanisms, the patterns of repetition, the lies I’ve learned. And none of it is truly mine.

Where is the love, the fulfillment, the meaning, the purpose? God, what’s the point?

The Awakening

And then, in the deepest part of my despair, I hear a voice: That is the truth. No drama, no pain—just the beginning. I now know what I am not, and with that knowledge, I can finally build from the ruins. This moment is your creation, your first choice—the first grace of the Universe.

Have mercy on yourself. Time is a false creation. You are timeless. It takes a moment or a year, but know that you always have time.

Living the Truth

Observe life, observe yourself, without judgment. You will see that it is true magic. Everything breathes, unfolds, and prepares for miracles. Every moment is wonderful, every moment is real. The only thing missing is the right person—the true self.

Observe, breathe, write—don’t improve, don’t judge, don’t control. Don’t rush, don’t worry. These are your guideposts. This is how everything will unfold.

You will become one with the world, with life. You will fill the world with your essence, and it will no longer be a dungeon for you.

I will guide you, without hesitation. Even when you suffer or when you are happy, know that it is not the end. It is just a thought, a feeling. You are everything. You are life. You are the indescribable, the wonderful thing.

Don’t worry. Don’t grumble. Look at me through yourself—through your soul, your thoughts, your blood flow, your breath. Everything has already happened, and you will simply come to know it.

The truth is here. It is both the beginning and the end. I call you, and I am you. You are me.

And don’t be afraid. I am always only your choice. Uncertain, certain—I am the truth, the possibility of living beyond learned boundaries.