There are those that think the worst of themselves to be true.
There are those that think the best in themselves to be true.
There are those that always strive to be better.
Those are those perfectly content with who they are, as is.
There are no absolutes here.
No right or wrong.
Maybe because I don’t believe there are pure evil or purely saintly people.
We are nuanced.
We respond to stimuli differently.
We all wrestle our inner demons,
Whether they tell us something we want to hear
Or something that simply isn’t true.
We are so very complex and yet when you strip everything away, we are all very much the same.
With the same need to love and be loved, accepted, happy.
Once you bring all our personal ticks, neurosis and baggage into the equation how we get those things and what they look like may be vastly different.
But at the core still the same.
And who we believe this person we carry around in this life to be is all part of the melodrama.
how much of what we believe is actual, bonifide, absolute truth?
I think that is probably overall irrelevant and more nuanced in happenstance than anything
And also, of course, varies wildly depending on who you ask.