The Lonely Path of Truth
“It’s easy to stand with the crowd. It takes courage to stand alone.” — Mahatma Gandhi
Sometimes I scroll down my newsfeed like a psychopath. Without feeling any sadness, any anger, nor any compassion. Nothing. Just numb.
Injustice and lies have become the norm. Showing my emotions and questioning the narratives make me the bad guy.
This world is surely an illusion. Every thought and every feeling are the product of what comes through my physical senses.
What am I outraged by now? What should I fear today? Well, I’m not sure. I haven’t turned on my TV yet.
My friends left me just because I disagreed with them. When we were young we disagreed on so many things yet it didn’t matter. Now they no longer tolerate differences. Why is that? We used to talk about justice until late at night. We sought truth but we couldn’t find it with our narrow perspective. They seem to have stopped seeking and are comfortable with their lives. But I keep going. I have to keep seeking. Something in me has always yearned for it. In the beginning, it was so abstract, but time has made it clear.
I ask myself, “Wouldn’t it be easier if I just conformed?” Why can’t I just pretend to admit that I was wrong?
Yet, what kind of life is that? Living in the prison of other people’s opinions? Being loved, not for who I am?
Is being accepted by those who care nothing about the world and the life in it worth the pain of losing myself?
As I walk this path, I keep asking myself whether it’s the right thing to do. I’m tired and exhausted. I’m lonely and feeling bitter. But the wise-self in me tells me that it’s the only way.
