When someone asks “What is the truth?” repeatedly, they are actually asking:“Can I face who I really am?”“Can I handle what I have done?”“Can I accept my own contradictions?”“Can I live with the consequences of my choices?”Truth is frightening because:
đ TITLE: The Fear Behind Truth — A Journey Into Complaint, Conscience, and Reality --- đŋ THE ORIGINAL POEM (English Version) The Fear Behind Truth I do not fear the final night, Nor heaven’s flame, nor judgment’s light. But trembling lives within my chest— The quiet wounds I left unaddressed. What truth is hidden in my name? What echo rises out of shame? Is truth a mirror, cold and bare? Or just the weight of someone’s prayer? I fear not endings from above, But whispered grief from those I love. For tears unsaid and hearts unmet— Are storms the soul cannot forget. So tell me now, what truth may be? A shadow? A burden? A silent plea? I search within, I search afar— The truth is who we really are. --- ⭐ INTRODUCTION (Blog Begins) There are two kinds of fear in this world. One is cosmic, enormous, attached to the unknown — the fear of the universe, the heavens, the final day. The other is small, silent, but far more dangerous — the fear of human grief, the fear of someone’s ...