The Stories We Tell Ourselves

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The things we don’t yet know but want to know, become the stories we tell ourselves to fill the empty gaps we believe exist in our lives.

It doesn’t mean the stories we tell ourselves are true.

It does mean they can become part of the fantasy as we play along with how the story expands.

This doesn’t necessarily mean it’s all bad.

It does mean it’s not real, although it will feel real.

What would happen if you and I were willing to let the empty gaps fill themselves?

Maybe the reality would exceed our wildest dreams as we allow our inner well-being to take on the role of creator.

Rather than tell ourselves stories, we would listen to our inner self. The part of us that exists deep within us that wants to gift us the wisdom we seek.

I’m willing to listen to the inner me. How about you?

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