“It’s all part of the myth,” Wyn said. She settled into her chair and thought about Morfael. She wanted to relate his myth truthfully but not necessarily factually. A person’s myth was far more than the particulars of one’s life; the details, dates and lists of accomplishments. One’s myth was fashioned largely from what a person believed about himself as well as how he was beheld by others. The truth of one’s myth was a combination of the three, it always was.
-Wyn, Myths of the Mirror
I love the idea that our lives are myths – so subjective. I know myself differently than each of my friends knows me, than my husband knows me, than my daughter knows me. Two people can have utterly different perspectives about me and both can believe they are accurate in their assessments. We create myths about the lives of presidents, movie stars and athletes. We act out choices based on what we believe about others and ourselves.
The wonderful result of this thinking is that we have a hand in writing our own myths. We can define and redefine who we are. We can be heroic in our own lives, make good choices, transform and become something new. The scary part is that, in acknowledging our capacity to create our myths, we accept responsibility for authoring our lives.