The Real You Is More Interesting Than the Fake Somebody Else

I need you to know that.

There’s a scripture in the Bible that says, “We compare ourselves with ourselves.”
I take that to mean: we are the standard.

You are the standard. Each of us was created to be our own blueprint. So why are we out here trying to fit into someone else’s?

It makes no sense.

We keep looking outward—chasing, mimicking, reaching—when it’s all already here.

We date people and put on the scents, the clothes, the best version of a self we’ll never sustain. That’s why so many relationships fall apart. One day you wake up next to a stranger and think, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where’s the person I used to…

We’ve convinced ourselves that we can manufacture reality. That if we wear the right face, the right outfit, the right vibe—we can become it. But it doesn’t work that way.

You can’t build truth from the outside in. Truth moves from the inside out. And yet we keep trying to heal with topical, surface, temporary solutions. Band-aids on soul wounds.

We’ve been told to protect our outer man while our inner man is dying.

I like the way Jimmy Iovine, the record exec, puts it: “I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks. When you’re a racehorse, the reason they put blinders on is because if you look at the horse on the left or the right, you’re gonna miss a step. That’s why the horses wear blinders. And that’s what people should have.”