They say, “Tell yourself the truth.”
But how can you, when the truth was buried beneath centuries of propaganda, polished into palatability, and fed to you as identity?
Society is drunk on illusion.
High on half-truths.
Addicted to comfort.
Cognitive dissonance isn’t just personal, it’s collective.
It’s how entire generations sleep at night.
We’re told to trust systems designed in secrecy.
Taught that freedom is obedience.
That history is fact, when in reality, it’s a weapon sculpted by the winners.
"Tell yourself the truth" sounds noble, even enlightened.
But what they really mean is:
Stay in your box.
Accept the script.
Don’t dig too deep.
Because to seek the real truth?
To unravel the stories you inherited from textbooks, religion, government, even your own family?
It’s painful. Lonely.
Like peeling an onion with bare hands and no water in sight.
Every layer reveals a lie you once believed.
A myth you were raised on.
A choice you made thinking you had one.
To truly tell yourself the truth, you have to question everything you were told was holy.
Everything that was normalized under the guise of "that’s just how it is."
You have to sit with the discomfort of realizing:
But here’s the thing:
Illusions don’t just dissolve.
They fight back.
And the people still inside them?
They’ll call you crazy for walking away.
Still, some of us are called to seek.
To crack the veil.
To tell the truth not just to ourselves, but about the world we live in.
Even if it costs us everything we thought we knew.
Because real truth?
It doesn’t comfort.
It empowers.
It transforms.
It liberates.