“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – Maya Angelou

I was thinking today about the stories we tell. Particularly, those created by mind – and, for which there’s no basis in reality.

These are the stories of ‘wishing we might’ ~ formed by the pages of ‘not thinking we could.’

I used to love reading as a child. I’d curl up next to the fireplace, and read through the last embers glow.

I read stories of princesses and pirates; of dragons taking flight. Through every word I learned the pace of my imagination, in spite of an often chaotic world.

And, through the years I’ve held onto these stories – holding them nearer to heart than all those “other tales.” You know the ones, the ‘stories we tell ourselves.’ The ones we’re so easily inclined to believe.

They lack the luster and magic, the sweetness of simplicity. They tend to overcomplicate our existence – keeping us from ever dare trying.

And, we’ve all done it – haven’t we? Succumbed to that inner dialogue – in which our past experiences bias our current understanding.

But, what if – we could simply let it all go? Creating a space for peace and forgiveness to grow? Perhaps, as Dr. Wayne Dyer once said, “moving on to the next act.”

“Your past history,” he writes “and all of your hurts are no longer here in your physical reality. Don’t allow them to be here in your mind, muddying your present moments. Your life is like a play with several acts. Some of the characters who enter have short roles to play, others, much larger. Some are villains and others are good guys. But all of them are necessary, otherwise they wouldn’t be in the play.Embrace them all, and move on to the next act.”

Indeed, that we might learn to embrace them all – for the gift that their energy ultimately brings. Even in those moments when the ‘gift’ is not yet clear – by moving on, we allow ourselves the space for the roots of wisdom and compassion to take hold.

Just another way of looking at this world, my loves – and making perhaps the most simple of life decisions.

That is to say, which story do we believe? The ones imposed by another’s view or the ones we create for ourselves?

It’s up to you, my loves – just how those pages will unfold.