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“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” —George Orwell, 1984
“Society doesn’t always know what’s right. Our families tell us stories about ourselves that often aren’t true. Sometimes we have to follow our hearts.”
She liked the shadows. That’s where you got to see all the things that other people missed.
But mainly, people were so wrapped up in their own inner hurricane that they never saw anything outside the storm of themselves.
There was a cultural misconception, a particularly American idea, that the individual was the master of her own destiny.
Wouldn’t it be nice if your problems just went away?
Privacy. It’s gone. Not taken. But given away.
Lies are a virus. They spread, replicate. One lie breeds more.
She understood now, how you turned away until you couldn’t. Until the pain of knowing and doing nothing was greater than the fear of what might come next.
Who you were is gone. Who you will be—she doesn’t exist. The only thing that matters is who are you are right now.
Don’t forget to breathe. Take in the moments and appreciate them. They pass too quickly.
There it lay. The great pearl. Perfect as the moon,
People didn’t fall in love with other people. They fell in love with how other people made them feel about themselves. And so, it was easy to get someone to love you—if you knew how they wanted to feel.
Nobody told you that when you became a parent, you became a child again; it was early bedtimes and grilled cheese sandwiches for all.
The other woman’s
This phrase comes up so many times...
The other woman
Again....
the other woman
She's calling Selena "the other woman" when she is always the other woman herself.
You need the heat first, the passion. If it cools and leaves friendship, that can work. But if it’s never there, there’s always something missing.
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” —Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanac
the other woman
...
The world didn’t always give you the things you wanted. You couldn’t choose your family, your circumstances, the unfolding of life. Often, things you loved were cruelly wrested away.
the other woman
...
When we narrate our experience, we take control of it. And in controlling the story of our past, we can create a better future.
