There are certain stories we tell ourselves that after awhile, whether they are true or not, becomes secondary to the fact that we behave as if they are true. We find an answer to a question that is asked of us often and we find that answer protects us from further inquiry or pain, we find it keeps people just far enough away from our real truth that is comfortable for all. We find that these scripts shield us from having to do real work in front of strangers and friends alike.
We become the actor playing our character on the stage of life.
But when we step off that stage, we know what we left unsaid and what we left undiscovered in ourselves and by proxy, in others.