When I was younger I used to feel mystified that my life wasn’t at all as the fairy tales my sister and I used to watch while growing up.  Fairy tales always seem perfect. Yes the hero’s always has troubles that he has to overcome, even some gruesome ones, but there is at least always a happy ending. Real life however, is messy, chaotic, and sometimes uncontrollable. We don’t know in advance if we will actually get our happy ending. In addition, we can’t see what happens in fairy tales after the happy ending. The story always seems to end on the moment happiness is at its peak. In that sense, we long for those happy endings, hoping that for us too all the suffering, stress and disenchantment is worth something and leads to something better or higher than us. in short: something meaningful. But what if life is an endless fairy tale. Not just stopping on the moments that we feel utmost happy, fulfilled or relieved. What if actually, we have the pleasure of re-inventing ourselves constantly though the experiences we encounter. Being our own hero in our story, or choosing to take a different role in our own narrative. Whatever we decide to do or whom ever we decide to be, we all have one thing in common: we are the master of our narratives, willingly or unwillingly. We have the opportunity to constantly reshape our stories and make sense of our experiences through the undertone to- and plots in our own narratives. We have an opportunity that the characters in fairy tales don’t have; to have multiple adventures and plenty of opportunities to have more than one happy ending.

From experience I can say that I have taken various roles within my own narratives. Some empowering while others more draining than ever. What I noticed was that when I didn’t place myself in a role in which my own fulfillment and sense of meaning was met, I felt empty, energyless and a pion in others people’s lives.  My strength is my greatest downfall at the same time. I love to be there for others and nurture them when they need it, or even when they don’t ask for it. It truly makes me happy and miserable at the same time. Each value, such as being caring, needs to be balanced. For otherwise it can get destructive instead of supportive which doesn’t benefit anyone involved. I’ve come to experience that when the value leads down a path of destruction, there is the danger of experiencing existential emptiness. I experience this as a feeling of loneliness without an end in sight, not knowing what I am working towards or why I am suffering like I am. In my experience it can be seen as a repeat of the same day over and over again, without the feeling that I am contributing to something higher or meaningful.

When I speak of ‘something higher’ this can be perceived by each person differently. It may include religion, but it can also mean that one wants to contribute to society. The common ground is that one wants to work towards something which gives meaning outside the narcissistic fulfillment a person may seek. It is to serve something higher than himself. Not to confuse narcissism with something negative. In society the term narcissism has a negative connotation, however every person has narcissistic traits, one more than the other. Once again, when this is balanced between fulfilling own personal needs versus compassion, empathy and respect towards others, it serves its purpose. It can then even be seen as a way of survival, or self-empowerment. Narcissism can then even have positive outcomes in the example I gave about being too caring towards others. It can balance out this value in making sure one’s own needs get met while also caring for the other.

Knowing what you value plays a key role in which role you choose to lead in your own narrative. To have knowledge about yourself and what you value, or don’t value for that matter, says everything about the person you are. Saying that, values can chance over time. It is inevitable that it won’t as we are constantly experiencing new events, and meeting new people. These events and the people we encounter change our perspectives. It can be enriching, or restricting.

As example, as I mentioned before, one of my greatest values is caring. I always believed that this was just a trait and not so much a value I hold dear. In experiences I noticed that I give too much away of myself in order to please others and make them feel good about themselves. I’d become drained, empty and felt i was slipping into existential loneliness. I really started to see what I was doing when I felt that I didn’t have any say anymore in my own live and that I was at the mercy of other’s wishes. I reflected on the value caring and combined this with my current emotional state and tried to connect a story character to this. Did I feel like the hero? Strong and powerful? I definitely did not. I felt empty and useless, more like the victim, begging for someone who can show me the same care I had given. I had actually written my own narrative of the victim, putting me out from play of my own narrative. This exercise was extremely confronting, is it is difficult to accept own limitations and blind spots. However, when knowing your own values and what role you play in your own story, you will be able to make any twists or plots as you please, to make sure you are a master of your own narrative once again.