Every one of us has a story to tell that calls forth the mystery of “who we are”. As we tell this story–to ourselves or to anyone else–we can choose to call out different aspects: the dramatic moments that we think are important, the struggles that we imagine define us, or the moments in time where, if we connect the dots, paint a picture of a life that holds more promise than we thought possible. We choose what we pay attention to. We choose as well the meaning that we give to it. This is true in every moment. We have a choice to view each experience through the lens of the creative spark of life, or we can forever doubt the truth of our own inner experience, giving credence only to what comes from outside of us. That self-doubt, for me, has defined my suffering.