It occurs to me that often we are just fumbling through inadequate words and half-truths as we grapple with what life gives us. We say things we don't mean even as we feel what we feel with all honesty. Imprecision, and even outright lies, buy us time to process what threatens to overwhelm us.
If I insist on living, loving or creating outside preconstructed narratives and structures, then I must accept that my path is going to be filled with a series of lies as I stumble along towards the truth.
My lies become my failures.
My failures become my life's work.