I find it interesting that so many tales are floating around untold. Why do we hide our stories? Are we afraid of being known? Are we afraid of what they say about who we are?
Throughout my life, I've endeavored to be an open book. I've seen what the hiding away can do to people. I've witnessed the buffering of self and outward perceptions through lies and embellishment of a person's story can do. It repulsed me and caused more scars on me than I can count. I don't need to have a better story than anyone else in this world. I just need to live my own in contentment and honesty.
I'm doing my best to tell my story. What is yours?