Maybe new information or a sudden realization challenges the way we perceive the past and our place in it. We struggle to find a spot between good and evil that leaves room to take an easy breath. We struggle to understand others as more than that same dichotomy. And just as we revisit our pasts, we dream of who we will be: the heights we might achieve, the depths we might plumb. We struggle with the insecurity of not knowing if we are worthy of our dreams, and occasionally we fail at achieving them.

At times, we cannot conceive of how we might overcome our difficulties or face our fears. We hide, wear masks, tell stories rich with symbolism. Sometimes, we are swallowed whole by guilt and anxiety. At other times, we learn to release ourselves from the beliefs which hold us back. We must each decide how to live with ourselves, with our pasts, and our presents, our regrets and our points of pride. We must decide which masks we choose to wear and which we choose to discard. We must learn that nobody has the right to tell us who we are or who we must be. But no matter how long we hide, no matter how far we run, we can never escape ourselves. How, then, do we learn to love the self that remains?