All I Know Is That I Know Nothing
Why ‘Knowing’ Is Limiting You
Every time you say: “I know this is true”
You are disempowering yourself.
Let me explain.
Each time we interpret life — a situation, a behavior, a belief — we’re seeing through a filter. One that formed in the womb and has been shaded ever since by every experience, every wound, every story we’ve told ourselves.
This filter cannot reflect ultimate truth. It only reflects our truth — and even that is ever-shifting.
When you decide that something is true, you freeze it. You limit your capacity to see more. You cut off your own evolution.
Think back.
You’ve believed things that now seem laughable. Or painful. Or wildly incomplete.
Not because you were wrong, or unintelligent.
But because the mind is always looking for solid ground.
It wants permanence.
And the world won’t give it any.
So it builds something else: identity.
Whatever lives inside our mind — a belief, a fear, a worldview — gets projected outward. If you believe in reincarnation, for example, you’ll start to see “evidence” of it everywhere. And you’ll reject anything that challenges it.
Not because of truth. But because of self-preservation.
You’ve tied who you are to what you believe.
Which means anything that threatens your belief threatens you.
This is how we end up in echo chambers an echo chamber of our own mind.
The ego, which identifies fully with the thinking mind, will do anything to survive. It will defend, reject, distort — not because it loves truth, but because it loves certainty.
But here’s the thing: certainty isn’t truth.
It’s just comfort, dressed up as knowing.
What if you didn’t need to know?
What if, instead of clinging to “this is true,” you tried on “this seems true to me… for now”?
That small shift creates space.
Room for curiosity.
Room for grace.
The more you believe you know, the more you reinforce the illusion of a fixed identity. And for those walking the path of truth — why sabotage your own becoming by insisting on being?
As Nisargadatta said:
The only true statement one can make is, I am.
Everything else is a veil.
With you in the unknowing,
Hayley | This Inner Inquiry
