self-mastery journal

no one knows what they’re doing.

We’re all winging it.

I wish I had known this earlier. Everyone’s mask of certainty is so convincing. The people around me seemed to have their shit together while I felt like a fraud. But when I started traveling and shattering my perspective, I realized that the “I’m a fraud” axiom is universal. At least here in the West.

I think the “I’m a fraud” axiom comes from programming that our exceptionalistic environment inputs into us at a young age. To avoid these deep-seated feelings of deficiency, we wear a mask of certainty and play pretend.

No one really knows what they’re doing. We’re all alive for the first time, and we make a mess. It’s more freeing to admit that now than to live a life pretending otherwise.