After spending a large part of my life worrying about what others thought, seeking recognition above all else, achieving success only to feel accepted, I ended up cutting myself off from who I “really was. Yet, I” was known as THE positive person, living life to the fullest and daring to be myself. However, behind this joy, a heavy mask had “been built; I identified so much with this persona that it was unthinkable for me to show the other side. The sad, angry person, who fails or doesn’t make people laugh, was simply inconceivable, non-existent. I would never go meet her, who is this guy??”
I only knew a limited range of my emotions, I did certain things reluctantly, I maintained relationships that didn’t suit me… ultimately, I was lying to others and especially to myself. But no matter what, life holds our hand. I love this phrase that I often keep in mind, because our experiences make us who we are. And this lack of authenticity, of truth in my life, led me to discover myself more than anything, and to grasp the magic that exists within each of us: we are complete as soon as we fully meet ourselves.
