Have I ever mentioned how much of my adult life feels like pretending
. . . pretending to be adult, to be competent, to be in control.
At some point all the pretense becomes real, but the feeling of make believe never goes away. Occasionally I believe this is the secret to my happiness.
It's probably not a facet of character to fake it, unless we're talking about character in the sense of a drama . . .
Life as a drama requires all kinds of characters. And we can't play all the roles, even in our own life story. And sometimes we can't even manage to properly fill that leading role.
When you're young you spend a lot of time trying to be yourself
. But as you grow you learn that yourself
is a blend of all the things you want to be and all the things you can be and some of the things you'll never be. You're always developing your own character, just like when you're writing a story.
It ain't over 'til it's over.