The Honest Disobedience
One’s Own Word as an Act of Sovereignty
The year was 1943, and Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was writing one of the masterpieces of world literature under the pressures of war and exile. Perhaps, in his innermost being, he was desperately trying to rescue reason in a world that seemed to have lost it entirely. Thus, The Little Prince was born.
It is no coincidence that the first stop of the little traveler, shortly after leaving his asteroid B 612, is the domain of an absolute monarch. On this first scale, our adorable hero encounters a king. A monarch who, inhabiting a tiny and solitary planet, claimed to exercise universal authority over everything that exists, even the stars. Thinking about it, there are a handful of today’s leaders who resemble him quite closely in this regard.
But returning to the story, that encounter yields one of the most lucid lessons on power and the authority that stems from it. Faced with the child's inquisitive curiosity, the sovereign declares a truth that should be the foundation of every social or family structure:
“One must require from each one the duty which each one can perform,” the king went on. “Accepted authority rests first of all on reason. If you ordered your people to go and throw themselves into the sea, they would rise up in revolution. I have the right to require obedience because my orders are reasonable.”
However, when law or external imposition collides with ethics or evident truth, seeking refuge in silence becomes complicity. If the basis of a respectful and orderly coexistence is reason, does that which is unfounded have the right to demand unquestionable obedience? In chaotic contexts where reality has been so distorted that it seems to show the opposite of what truly happened, disobeying is neither a mistake nor a whim. Persisting in the endeavor to be genuinely heard is an act of mental and spiritual health.
If an arbitrary imposition seeks submission through silence or a distorted narrative, honest disobedience finds its most lethal tool in the word. Naming what has been silenced is not a simple exercise of freedom of expression, but an ethical imperative of resistance. When the orders of an authority—whether formal, a family mandate, or a structure of alienation—lack foundation and equity, the word acts as the first territory of reclaimed sovereignty. By writing and speaking what is true, the imposed fiction is dismantled, and the weeds of lies are cleared away. To resist through the word is, ultimately, to refuse to be an accomplice in one's own annulment. It is the act of clearing the stubble so that, upon the plowed earth of truth, something genuinely ours may bloom again.
Honest disobedience is not an act of capricious rebellion. In contexts like these, it becomes an exercise in integrity. When an order is not properly grounded, when a disposition is born from ignorance of the deep roots beneath the conflict, the contract of authority dissolves like salt in water. If the institutional path does not listen to reason, one must use other mechanisms to safeguard the right to be heard and to defend what is considered sacred. Is it reasonable to demand that a mother not "bother," not insist, not ask for explanations, or pretend that a child does not exist?
Therefore, it is vital to exercise the sovereignty of the word as a vital shield against arbitrariness. Whoever reclaims their voice can no longer be a subject of the irrational. If the authority of the one in command is only legitimate when their orders are reasonable, then who is the true sovereign: the one who imposes silence upon false bases and without listening to reason, or the one who has the courage to break it to name the truth?
Because only the truth has the power to free you from the prison of the world system. So seek knowledge, think clearly, express your point of view, and fully exercise your sovereign right to be yourself.
In a world dominated by screens, algorithms, and haste, it becomes very difficult to take time to reflect. And that directly threatens our sovereignty. Therefore, to reclaim our voice, we must first reclaim the ability to manage our time and how we use it.
He who controls his time, his thougts and his voice; is ready to controls his destiny.
I hope this proposal excites you. I really hope so. Because even though I don't know your name, your face, or your dreams, it will be incredible to know that perhaps somewhere far away on this vast planet, there is another soul who has also decided to reclaim their sovereignty, taking time to reflect and express their truth.
I´m counting on you my friend, and I´ll be waiting for your coments
I am Lala. I´m a communicator and I my truth with the tool that represents me best: The word that names me.