The Lies We Live By

We are born into a world of stories.

Some are beautiful, ancient, life-affirming.

But many are lies.

Lies that whisper we are not enough.

Lies that scream life is meant to be hard.

That love is earned.

That belonging requires us to bend, shrink, perform.

That God lives somewhere far away.

That the answers are always out there.

That success can be measured.

That the goal is to be better — not to be whole.

We do not enter this world believing these things. We are taught them.

By parents who learned the same lies.

By systems built to control, not to liberate.

By a culture that profits from our discontent.

And so we search.

We hustle for our worth.

We buy what we don’t need.

We chase goals that leave us empty.

We wear masks, speak in tongues that aren’t ours,

And call it “adulthood.”

We try to fix ourselves as if we were a problem. But how can you fix a soul that was never broken?

These lies disconnect us — from ourselves, each other, and life.

And in that disconnection, something far more dangerous begins.

A war.

A war inside.

Between the truth we know deep in our bones

and the stories we’ve been told to survive.

Between the self that remembers and the self that performs.

Between love and fear.

Trust and control.

Freedom and conformity.

This war — silent, constant, exhausting — spills outward.

It becomes judgment, projection, blame.

It becomes us versus them.

It becomes borders and battles.

Cancel culture and conquest.

It becomes the systems we rage against, forgetting they were born from the same forgetting as we were.

We manifest war in the world because we have forgotten the peace within.

We attack what we do not understand.

We silence what threatens our illusion.

We consume to avoid feeling.

We punish difference and worship sameness — all in the name of safety.

But safety doesn’t live in control.

It lives in connection.

And connection begins inside.

Love…

There comes a moment — maybe many — when the lies begin to crumble.

When no external achievement, lover, job, or teaching can fill the ache.

When we realize that what we’ve been searching for has always lived within.

The truth?

You are already whole.

You are already worthy.

You were never meant to do life alone.

Your authenticity is your belonging.

Joy is your nature.

God is not elsewhere.

Life is not a test, but a sacred unfolding.

You were never meant to prove anything — only to remember who you are.

This is the undoing.

The unbecoming.

The holy return.

And it begins with seeing.

With naming the lies.

With calling off the war.

Because what you are is not broken.

It is brilliance, buried beneath generations of forgetting.

And now is the time to remember.