“We become the stories we tell ourselves.”
“Who are we but the stories we tell ourselves,
about ourselves, and believe?”
Scott Turow, Ordinary Her
Is it all just a story?
Are we nothing more than the narratives we’ve practiced and perfected and now present to the entire world and to ourselves?
Is this thought exhilarating or terrifying?
Does considering that perhaps everything you believe is merely an act of interpretation based on only a few objective facts evoke a feeling of frustration or empowerment within you?
“When you understand that what you’re telling is just a story.
It isn’t happening anymore.
When you realize the story you’re telling is just words,
when you can just crumble up
and throw your past in the trashcan,
then we’ll figure out who you’re going to be.”
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters