…and how they can set us free!

»Know what is in front of your face, and what is hidden from you will be disclosed to you. For there is nothing hidden that will not be revealed. And there is nothing buried that will not be raised.« — Jesuha Ben Joseph

What we don’t know, we don’t know. Meaning what we’re not conscious of lies outside of our control. However, what we do know and don’t want to see is what causes us trouble.

The little inconvenient truths of everyday-life that we overlook, by habit. The things that we know we should say, we know we would need to ask, we know we need to set right… but we don’t. Out of shame, guilt, fear of what might happen if we did or to keep a superficial sense of harmony intact. We don’t want to rock the boat. Not now at least. Someday maybe… is what we tell ourselves.

Even if nobody notices, because we have become masterful at hiding those little inconvenient truths from others, we cannot hide them from ourselves. Something within us sees through our own sharade. Something within us can’t be fooled.

»Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.« — Carl Gustav Jung

So day by day, week by week, month by month, our need to forget grows. The longer we keep »protecting« these little inconvenient truths from coming to light, the longer we hide, the more uncomfortable we feel in our own skin. We not only need to, we have to forget and distract ourselves.

How convenient that distraction is for grabs! Want a drink? A dessert? A cigarette after your meal? A new season of your favorite series? Doomscrolling some shortclips? Distraction is cheap and easy and we need it. Or don’t we?

»Reality cannot be ignored except at a price; and the longer the ignorance is persisted in, the higher and more terrible becomes the price that must be paid.« — Aldous Huxley

Maybe we wouldn’t need it at all if we’d only say what we don’t dare say, ask what we don’t dare to ask and shine some light on the mock giant that lurks in the shadows of our own minds.

Maybe exposing those little inconvenient truths is the doorway to freedom.