I used to believe that people determine their own lives. We were in control, commanding our futures, choosing our spouses, picking professions, responsible for the decisions that shape the course of our lives. And yet, there is one force more powerful than free will. Our unconscious.
We fight so hard against our mothers because we’re really just in denial that we might actually become them.
Underneath the suits, behind closed doors, we’re all ruled by the same desires. And those desires can be raw and dark and deeply shameful. The more you watch someone, the more you realize, we are never really who we say we are. In fact, hidden underneath, there’s always a secret. We might actually be someone else.