Many try to lift truth like an object —
to own it, defend it, polish it until it blinds them.
But truth does not sit still long enough to be possessed.
It moves with you, grows with you,
changes as your eyes learn how to see.
To walk the paradox is to understand this:
Your truth today may not be your truth tomorrow,
and this is not failure — it is fidelity to your own becoming.
A child’s truth is wonder.
An adult’s truth is responsibility.
A grieving heart knows truths the joyful cannot yet hear.
Even the same person, at sunrise and at midnight,
understands the world in different languages.
So do not cling to the shape truth once had.
Honor it for what it gave you,
then let it breathe into a new form.
Revelation is not a single moment.
It is the ongoing permission you give yourself
to evolve beyond what was once unquestionable.
Do not fear the changing of your mind.
Only fear the moments when your mind is imprisoned
by yesterday’s certainty.
For the divine speaks not in fixed answers,
but in the quiet courage it takes
to look again — and see differently.
Every time you rediscover truth,
you rediscover yourself.
And every rediscovery brings you closer
to the vast, ungraspable heart of all things.
