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This time, you are different. You wake up to find that the “you” who went to bed last night never existed...isn’t real...never was. Sure, your body’s the same, you look the same in the mirror and to your family. But the person you thought you were, the person you are inside - in your soul - you now realize doesn’t exist - never did. Everything you believed to be true about yourself was a lie.
It was a lie you told yourself, and you were the only one who believed it. When you looked into the mirror and saw flaws, your life’s partner saw perfection. When you looked into your soul and saw evil, others looked into your life and saw good. When you assessed your past and saw only failure, others saw only your triumphs.
So now you’re faced with the daunting but thrilling task of reaching deep into the well that holds all your hopes and dreams, all your experiences and relationships, all your passions and embarrassing moments, all your successes and failures. And you can pull out all that you want, and only what you want, and recreate...you.
Who are you? Are you what your loved ones call you? Are you the hero that your fans describe? Are you the evil seducer at whom your detractors jeer? Are you a child of God?
What will you construct...reinvent...from the riches contained in your well? Through whose eyes will you choose to see yourself now?