Until it is felt, even the truth is a lie.

"Until it is felt, even the truth is a lie.

Until it is understood, life itself is a riddle."

There are certain words that seem ordinary when we first read them, but quietly settle deep within the heart.

With time, those very words make us sit down and question ourselves.

"Until it is felt, even the truth is a lie. Until it is understood, life itself is a riddle."

    

These two lines are exactly like that.

They appear simple, yet they carry immense depth.

Once you begin to reflect on them, it feels as though you are looking at yourself in a mirror.

What is truth?

Most of us believe that truth exists somewhere outside us that it is something we must search for.

But truth is inseparably connected to experience.

To a child, the mother is the whole world that is the child's truth.

To a lover, everything their beloved says is the truth.

To an elderly person, the era they lived through is the only truth they know.

In this way, each person's truth is filtered through their own experience and perception.

Truth without experience is merely information.

It does not cling to our hearts. It does not transform our lives. It does not open our eyes.

Whether a philosopher says it or a mother says it, the words "Love hurts" remain just a sentence as long as we merely read them.

But when we lose someone we love and lie awake through a sleepless night, those two words sink into us, letter by letter.

Only then do they become truth.

Were they not true before?

Of course they were.

But they had not yet become our truth, because we had not experienced them.

Now look at it from another perspective.

"The sun rises" is a fact.

But what does that truth mean to a blind person?

They experience the sun through its warmth, through sweat, through the gentle heat that touches their skin when they lift their face upward.

For them, the sun is warmth in the middle of darkness.

For us, it is a glowing sphere.

For a poet, it is a metaphor.

The same sun takes on a different form through every person's experience.

Whose truth is correct?

Everyone's.

But only to the extent that they have experienced it.

That is why two people can live through the exact same event and tell two entirely different stories.

When a father dies, one child calls it a great loss, while another calls it liberation.

Who is lying?

No one.

Both are speaking their truth through the lens of their own experience.

Truth is not singular.

As many as our experiences are, so too are our truths.

Now let us come to life.

"Until it is understood, life itself is a riddle."

This line makes me pause every single day.

We try to understand life.

We make plans, calculate outcomes, and draw maps of the future.

Then life reminds us otherwise through an accident, a separation, or an unexpected turn.

In those moments we realize that what we thought we understood was merely another layer of the puzzle.

Yet there is a beautiful paradox in this.

The moment we accept that life is a riddle, it becomes a little lighter.

The question, "Why did this happen?" no longer feels like suffering.

It becomes curiosity.

"What lies behind this?"

A mind that asks this question does not drown in failure.

It rises again.

Because solving a puzzle is not a punishment.

It is an adventure.

People who believe they have completely understood life often become deeply bored.

Because once everything is explained, wonder disappears.

And a life without wonder is like wind without movement.

It exists, but we no longer feel it.

It is the things we do not understand that make us read, think, and have meaningful conversations.

We often continue loving those we do not fully understand.

Those we think we have completely figured out we quietly let go.

These two ideas are tied together by a single thread.

Humility.

If we understand that truth comes only through lived experience, we will never proudly claim, "I alone know the truth."

If we accept that life remains an unsolved riddle, we will never arrogantly believe, 

"Everything is under my control."

These two admissions keep us human.

Neither gods...

Nor stones...

Simply human.

Every day we live brings a new experience and reveals an old truth.

What made us cry yesterday becomes something we laugh about today.

The person who once filled us with anger becomes someone we finally understand.

What once seemed impossible becomes second nature.

This constant change is life.

Change is not life's flaw.

It is life's very breath.

In the end, I wish to say just one thing.

Do not chase truth.

Learn to experience it.

Do not desperately try to understand life.

Live it.

Understanding will come.

How does a child learn to walk?

By falling, getting up, and falling again.

The child never says,

"I will walk only after I understand how walking works."

It is through walking that walking becomes understood.

It is through living that life becomes understood.

It is through feeling that truth reveals itself.

Do not fear the riddle.

Do not dismiss everything as a lie.

Every moment you truly experience becomes your truth.

Every day you grow in understanding becomes another answer to your life's puzzle.

And the rest?

It is still on its way.

With love,

Sakthi Sakthithasan