The truth always finds it's way out, even years and years and

Hear the solemn voice of Tyler Hamilton, once a champion upon the road of cycling, who spoke with the scars of confession: “The truth always finds its way out, even years and years and years later. The truth always prevails.” These words are not idle musings, but the cry of a man who carried falsehood upon his shoulders until it burned his spirit raw. They echo through the ages like a hammer striking stone: truth may be hidden, buried, denied—but it cannot be slain. It rises, unyielding, like the dawn that follows even the longest night.

The ancients too knew this law. The Greeks called truth aletheia, meaning “that which cannot be hidden.” To them, truth was not a fragile thing, easily destroyed by lies, but an eternal presence that waits, patient and inexorable, until all veils fall away. Men may conspire, nations may conceal, yet truth is like a river—dammed for a time, but destined to break free with thunderous force. This is the wisdom Hamilton bore witness to, for he himself once lived beneath the weight of denial, until truth demanded its place.

History is filled with such reckonings. Think of the fall of Richard Nixon during the Watergate scandal. For a time, lies, cover-ups, and manipulations held sway. Powerful men sought to obscure the path of justice, to cloak their deeds beneath layers of secrecy. Yet the truth surged forward, piece by piece, until it overwhelmed the walls built against it. Years of deception collapsed in a moment, and the lesson rang out across the world: no power, no wealth, no cunning can forever silence the truth.

And so it is with all human lives. A lie may grant comfort, escape, or victory for a season, but it is a victory built on sand. When the tide of truth rises, as it always does, the falsehood crumbles, and the soul is laid bare. The longer one flees from truth, the greater the weight of its return. Yet, when truth is embraced, though painful, it becomes the seed of healing, the ground from which trust and redemption can grow. Hamilton himself found this: only when he confessed his wrongs did his spirit find peace, and his story became not just one of shame, but of warning and of strength.

Children of tomorrow, do not fear truth, nor try to bind it. For to fight against it is to fight against eternity itself. If you err, confess. If you stumble, speak honestly. For truth, though sharp, cleanses like fire. Lies, though soft, corrode like poison. Trust in this: what is revealed may hurt for a season, but it will set you free. What is concealed may comfort for a time, but it will enslave you for a lifetime.

The lesson, then, is clear. In your dealings with others, let honesty be your shield. In your work, in your friendships, in the secret places of your heart, choose truth over the fleeting gain of deception. Should you ever find yourself caught in falsehood, know that it is never too late to turn—better to reveal it with your own lips than to let the world drag it into the light. For when truth emerges by force, it wounds; but when it is spoken with humility, it heals.

Practical steps lie before you: speak plainly, even when silence would be easier; admit mistakes quickly, before they fester; seek truth in others’ words, and resist the temptation to judge without it. Live so that when the years pass and the hidden becomes known, your legacy will be one of honor, not of shame.

Thus, hold these words in your heart: “The truth always finds its way out… The truth always prevails.” Let them be both warning and promise. For in the end, truth is not the enemy, but the path to freedom, the ally of the righteous, and the final victor in the struggles of men.