Sunday, September 9, 2007

Truth

When did we start believing that the Truth is some attainable thing outside of ourselves that will bring us fulfillment?

If we look at the etymology of the word truth, we discover that it stems from the Middle English word trewthe, from Old English trEowth fidelity; akin to Old English trEowe faithful. The Webster definition of truth is "sincerity in action, character, and utterance." The word sincere stems from Middle French, from Latin sincerus whole, pure, genuine, probably from sem- one + -cerus (akin to Latin crescere to grow.) The word sincere stresses absence of hypocrisy, feigning, or any falsifying embellishment or exaggeration.

Isn't it amazing that we have allowed ourselves to forget even these basic meanings? We are so eager to believe that we are inadequately equipped to find the real truth that will make us whole. The truth is not an independent reality reserved for a select few; it is not an opinion or a religious instruction. By looking at the definitions above it is quite clear that the truth is an attitude towards oneself and that once we are being genuinely ourselves, we are whole.

When I was little, I used to think that there was only one truth in this world - it was an elusive truth. The truth that I believed in, was one which guaranteed praise and acceptance. According to me, that truth was the only thing that could bring me happiness. It has taken me over 30 years of searching and struggling to realize that what I have always believed in was the perfection of an image, and not the truth. I believed in others' opinion of who I am and who I should be.

Now that I know that the truth is not a shining gem buried in a cave at the end of a very long and difficult road, I can allow myself to flow in the river of my own being right here and now and I can watch patiently as my truth unfolds and flowers daily.

6 comments:

skilpad said...

A wiser person than I once said that all of life is a process of learning how to surrender...ain't that the truth?

I have some questions about truth too: are there different kinds of truth?
Is the truth of our mind and that of our heart the same truth?
Is my truth the same as yours? If not, then what does that imply for relationships?

treetoptripper said...

Absolutely! Surrender to your own truth.

There are as may kinds of truth as there are beings in this world. Perhaps we, as part of collective unconscious, together hold a universal truth too.

If you mean with "heart" the core of your being (as opposed to the center of our emotions), then that is where your truth lies. The mind? Well that's something I don't really know much about yet..

I believe that there are other reasons for being in a relationship than to merely see oneself reflected in the other person. In that kind of relationship there is room for both people to surrender gracefully and peacefully to their own truths; together.

Unknown said...

I don't believe the mind knows or has a concept of truth. The only truth lies in our hearts. The mind wonders all over the place, it analyses, disects, filters - it is busy but it has no inate concept of anything, let alone truth.

I both agree and disagree on the concept of many truths. There is in fact only ONE truth. We are only too limited to perceive it. For me the concept of somebody else's truth is the concept of respecting someone else's perception of the space we move in. In respecting somebody else's truth we also understand that our own truth is an indication of the road we are on and a shade so to speak of TRUTH as is the truth perceived by another. This way we can walk in peace.

treetoptripper said...

See? There are different truths!

Unknown said...

The Body is,
The Heart Feels,
The Mind Thinks.

The Mind can Lie and often does,
The heart can be deceived, very easily,
Only the Body, which simply 'is'- can know Truth.

Truth cannot change.

Everything else is merely opinion, lie, perspective or fact.

So... in essence, the only Truth any Human can know, is simply this:

"I AM"

Anonymous said...

Good post.

Ms Anthrope

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