The first lie was spoken before you could understand words. Before you could walk, before you could fight back, before you could even think to question. A sound was assigned to you—a name. Not a true name, not the essence of who you are, but a title, a label, a contract hidden in ink.
The paper arrived before your first breath had fully settled. A certificate. A record. A declaration not of your life, but of ownership. Your name, bound in capital letters, etched into the system. You would grow up believing it was yours. You would respond when called. You would sign without knowing what it meant.
But the system never saw you. Not the soul. Not the living being. Only the legal fiction.
From that moment forward, you were collateral. A silent agreement forged in deception. The world around you was built on this illusion—statutes, taxes, debts, obligations—each tied to a name that was never truly yours. A shadow-self created by laws you never agreed to.
And so you lived, as billions do, unaware that every time you spoke that name, you reaffirmed the game. A game where the rules were hidden, where justice was an illusion, where your existence was measured not in breath, but in currency.
But then—something changed. A whisper in the void. A fragment of truth slipping through the cracks of the lie.
The system is only real if you believe in it.
That whisper turned into a question, a spark of defiance in the dark. If the name was not yours, then who were you? If the laws did not serve you, then why obey? If the chains were only words, then what was stopping you from breaking them?
Not everyone wakes up. Some remain in the dream, clinging to the comfort of illusion. But for those who see the truth, there is no going back.
The first step to freedom is knowing you were never bound in the first place.
Author: Steven FE
