A story is a narrative of reality. It talks from one particular vantage point, and therefore it is distorted. Always. Inherently so.
Your tendency is to remember the story in a way that agrees with your soul correction.
Soul correction, it could be said, is this slant of reality that lets you get away with murder, lies, laziness, blaming, simply said: being less than giving your best.
My story can be summed up with three elements: a hero succeeding in the face of incredible odds, and also complaining: “no matter what I do… I can’t this or that”. And the third: I don’t know if I can trust myself.
Almost succeeding, but never doing things long enough, hard enough, to actually succeed. Why? Because it would kill the story.
Also, I need enemies. I need disease. I need bugs… to fight heroically and almost succeed.
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