Truth Is Not Found in the Mind

For most of my life, I believed truth lived inside my mind.

If I could just think the right thoughts,

solve the right problems,

construct the right stories,

then I would finally know what was real.

I looked to the mind for safety.

I looked to the mind for certainty.

I looked to the mind for peace.

But what I didn’t realise —

and what I’m only now beginning to truly live —

is that truth does not live inside the mind.

Truth is not a thought.

Truth is the awareness that holds all thoughts —

and the body,

and the emotions,

and the ever-changing flow of life itself.

The mind creates noise — and that’s not wrong.

It’s simply what the mind does.

It spins stories.

It predicts.

It analyses.

It protects.

It tries, in its own way, to manage an existence it can never fully control.

But presence —

the awareness that holds mind, body, and life itself —

needs no management.

It simply is.

When we believe we are the mind,

we live in constant tension:

• Chasing clarity, and never feeling clear.

• Seeking certainty, and never feeling certain.

• Grasping for peace, and feeling it slip through our fingers.

But when we realise we are the space in which the mind moves —

something softens.

Suddenly, thoughts can rise and fall without entangling us.

Suddenly, emotions can surge and settle without defining us.

Suddenly, the body can experience, express, and shift — all held within a deeper stability.

We are not the noise.

We are not even the silence behind the noise.

We are the awareness that holds both.

So when the mind grows loud —

telling stories of fear, or doubt, or urgency —

there is nothing to fix.

Nothing to battle.

Nothing to perfect.

There is only this gentle remembrance:

“This too is allowed.

This too can pass through.

And I remain — untouched, unmoved, free.”

Truth is not something you find after fixing the mind.

Truth is the simple, steady awareness that has been here all along —

before the thoughts,

beneath the emotions,

beyond the stories.

Truth cannot be thought into existence.

It can only be lived, breathed, and remembered.

And when you begin to touch this living truth —

even for a moment —

you realise:

you were never lost.

You were never broken.

You were simply listening to the wrong voice.

The real voice of life has no words.

It speaks through breath, and stillness, and the quiet knowing:

“I am here. I have always been here. I will always be here.”

And in that space,

there is nothing left to chase.

Only everything left to live.