Today in the Harmony Hub, I came up with an intriguing metaphor: how real is a fiction?
The act of writing a fiction is real.
The fiction itself, however, is not.
We do something similar in our minds every day.
We create stories about ourselves and shape our personas.
But these stories are only as real as the fiction we write.
The narratives we build can be powerful, yet they are just that—narratives.
They can empower us or limit us, but they do not define our true essence.
What would happen if we let go of these fictional personas?
Could we uncover a more authentic version of ourselves?
Let’s reflect on this and consider the stories we tell about ourselves.
How real are they, and how much do they serve us?
This week, I encourage you to question your inner narratives.
Let’s strive to connect with our true selves beyond the fiction.
Warm regards,
Veena
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I read books, drink coffee, write content, drink iced coffee, and fight evil, but not necessarily in that order. I try and Pay-It-Forward daily in words and deeds, and also a fighter for the less fortunate.
3moThe face of my brand began as a short story, and gradually morphed into a novel length story. Think of my product as a "genre bending" photon of light, that has no mass and thus can travel at the speed of light i.e., the time it takes text and images to get from the source to the users senses, as well as at the the speed of sound, and at the speed of the users comprehension.