I’m a big fan of creatures who make big mistakes. Someone once wrote that the reasons we have monsters in our stories, is so that we can see the masters inside of ourselves with greater compassion.
All of my life’s disappointments should be put down to irresponsible storytelling, primarily unrealistic endings. First of all nothing ends. And when it finally does, I won’t be around to know.
As well as telling the story that happens on the outside – for example: “I walked down the street and bumped into Gigi, she asked how I was and I told her I was good.” We can also tell the story of what is happening on the inside: – for example: “I walked down the street and bumped into Gigi, she asked how I was and I told her I was good.
The reason I love my journals so much is because I can write the truth to myself. I don’t think its particularly relevant where and when you tell the truth except when its to yourself. If you can keep your inner compass alive by writing your truths alone, then you will always be ok. What are some truths you know but don’t feel comfortable telling others?