We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
When I was eight or nine, there was a very scary case of a guy who murdered four children in my community. I had no conscious memory of it, but now I’m sure that we all must have felt for these kids. We must have felt it, but no one was saying anything. I wonder now how much that impacted on me without my knowing it. The past is never really past.
|—||Megan Abbott (via kushandwizdom)|