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Every lie I said to gain acceptance from others,
took me a step closer to creating a false idea of who I am, and a step away from accepting myself.
I defined who I wanted to be, and what I wanted from my life - my idea of happiness and success, based on what I thought others would like and accept.
And one day when I looked in the mirror,
to try and see what would make me happy,
what I wanted from my life, I realized I had no idea who I wanted to be, no idea what happiness means for me, and no idea who I am.
And that day I decided, I would never lie again.
But they say 'never say never' and they say, 'old habits die hard'. And I found that, sometimes even before I would remind myself to tell the truth, a lie, an excuse, a defense, would pop out from my mouth.
And a lie, I found, is like a spark.
It is reactionary, it is fast - like a cry after a pinch,
and as soon as I would say a lie, I would often feel regret, and I would often wish I could take it back.
But they say you can 'never go back',
So I started forgiving myself, and I saw that speed was not the answer for me.
That to a question -
where it was easier to lie,
to a fault -
where it was easier to defend,
and in an answer -
where I knew would not be accepted
by someone else,
I would have to take a minute.
Before I spoke I would have to go slow, I would have to watch my breath.
So if you're ever lost and you want to
find yourself - start with telling the truth.
To yourself about yourself.
And go slow. There is no rush, time is your friend,
and if you ever meet me, and I take a minute to to tell who I am it's because I know I am only supposed to seek acceptance from myself.