The Truth We Cannot Hold: A Journey Beyond Certainty

“It is not what we know, but the certainty with which we know it, that enslaves us.”

What would you say if someone told you that much of what you “know” is not only wrong but was never true to begin with? How do you feel when you entertain the thought that your most beliefs — about the world, about others, about yourself — might be illusions? There is no greater rebellion than questioning what we take for granted as truth. This is not an intellectual exercise; it is a revolution of the soul.

To live in pursuit of truth, one must first confront an unsettling paradox: much of what we call truth is simply the residue of human need. The need to belong, to make sense, to survive. Truth, in this light, is not an anchor — it is a story. And stories are fragile things.

Let us wander together into this delicate labyrinth, where truths crumble, certainties dissolve, and the world becomes, at last, alive.

The Ghosts We Inherit

Before we speak, before we think, before we choose, we inherit. Our earliest truths are not ours; they are handed to us like heirlooms from our parents, our teachers, our culture. They arrive unexamined, unchallenged, and yet they take root, growing in the shadowy corners of our minds until they shape how we see everything.