Entry I of the Truth-Seeking Series
— A Reflection on Power, Prophecy, and the Truth We Refuse to See
They said a storm was coming.
Some took it as a warning. Others, a prophecy.
But no one really asked: what if the storm was a mirror?
When Trump first spoke those words — “the storm is coming” — it stirred something.
A thrill, a threat, a question.
To some, he was the storm: a wrecking force tearing through the polished stage of American politics.
To others, he was the symptom of something deeper — a sign that the old foundations had already started to crack.
But maybe the storm wasn’t a person.
Maybe it was the truth we’ve all been avoiding.
About who we are.
About how power moves.
About the illusions we protect when reality becomes too painful to face.
I’ve never stood at a podium. I don’t lead protests or write op-eds in The Times.
But I read. I listen. I feel. And I see the world turning — and not just politically.
I see a reckoning brewing in silence. I see people choosing numbness or noise because clarity is too costly.
And I wonder…
What if my role isn’t to shout, but to quietly hold up the mirror?
To ask the question no one wants to ask.
To write what’s real even when it shakes me.
Truth isn’t entertainment for me — it’s oxygen.
Even as a child, I had this inner radar, tuned to the unspoken, the off-script, the things people tried to hide behind flags and smiles.
I didn’t always know what to do with it. Still don’t.
But I’ve learned this much: silence isn’t always peace. And discomfort is often a sign that truth is nearby.
I never saw myself as a contributor to the national conversation.
But now I realize — the ones who change things aren’t always loud.
Sometimes they’re the ones who listen the longest,
who notice the fractures before they break,
who write what others are too afraid to see.
I don’t know if I’m meant to lead anything.
But I do know this:
When the storm comes — whether in elections, in uprisings, in inner awakenings —
we’ll all be faced with a choice:
Look away, or look inside.
And maybe, just maybe, part of my purpose…
is to help someone else make the second choice.
Hellènic Muse 