Entry V of the Truth-Seeking Series
— On Awakening, Moral Courage, and the Price of Seeing Clearly
Truth doesn’t care if we like it.
It doesn’t bend to popularity or comfort.
It comes when it’s ready,
and often, it shatters the things we clung to in its absence.
We say we want truth —
but what we often mean is:
a truth that won’t change our lives too much.
A truth that still lets us sleep,
scroll,
smile.
But the real thing?
It burns.
It breaks.
It humbles.
And still — it liberates.
There is a reason many people choose illusion.
It’s warmer. Simpler. Easier to carry through a crowded life.
But truth?
Truth demands grief.
Truth demands unlearning.
Truth demands a kind of courage
that rarely gets applause.
And in times like these — when the world itself is cracking —
truth becomes a threat to those who profit from pretending.
That’s why whistleblowers are punished.
Why history is rewritten.
Why dissent is framed as danger.
Because truth, when fully seen, doesn’t just call out a system —
it unravels it.
To awaken is to carry the weight of what others are still pretending not to see.
And it’s lonely sometimes.
It costs relationships.
It costs convenience.
It costs the ability to move blindly through life.
But it’s also the only place where your soul can breathe.
There is a sacred violence in awakening.
Not the kind that harms others —
but the kind that refuses to be lied to anymore.
And if you’ve ever felt like you were waking up in a world still dreaming,
if you’ve ever sensed the truth and kept quiet because no one else was ready —
you’re not alone.
You’re part of something.
A quiet revolution.
A remembering.
A return to what’s real.
Because truth doesn’t belong to any party, tribe, or movement.
It doesn’t need to shout or sell or seduce.
It simply stands there —
clear, steady, inconvenient —
and waits for us to stop pretending.
To awaken is to carry the weight of what others are still pretending not to see.
I’ve lost things to truth.
People, illusions, versions of myself I was still trying to protect.
But what I’ve gained is something harder to name —
a kind of inner alignment that doesn’t flinch when the world lies.
And that’s worth everything.
Hellènic Muse 