You are not made of atoms.

The image you see when you look in a mirror is not actually a reflection of you.

Whatever you feel towards the cards you were handed at birth, your roll of the biological dice, that reflection in the mirror could never depict who and what you really are.

In-fact.

Your entire body could be deconstructed molecule by molecule and nowhere in that pile of base elements would a single piece of you be found.

That is because; what you think of as yourself - your personality, your consciousness, your will, your Dreams and your desires - are not material constructs.

The real you is not made out of atoms. The real You is made up of stories.

The stories that you tell yourself.

The ones that you believe in.

Those that your subconscious mind is whispers late at night.

Like echos through your dreams, spreading doubt like hair-fine cracks within the foundations of your being.

Those stories, that might once have been grounded in memories, but that time has hardened into synapses and neurons inside your brain. Those stories that you either raise on mental pedestals or try to hide in dark corners of your mind. Both of which silently influence everything about you - from the way you act, to the way you feel, down to your every thought and impulse - they are all reflections of your stories, refracting through the schism matrix that makes up your individual experience.

But if you could rewrite those stories, I wonder what kind of person you could become...

Without your fears and self imposed limitations... Who are you then?

Chapter one begins here...

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