Mwl.RCT
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- Jul 23, 2013
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He had a collection of suits in his closet, each one tailored to fit him perfectly. He had a variety of ties, each one matching his mood or the occasion. He had a routine for getting dressed every morning, carefully selecting his outfit and accessories. He had a ritual for taking off his suit every night, hanging it neatly on a hanger and placing it back in his closet.
He never told anyone his secret: that he was hiding something under his suit. Something that he was ashamed of, something that he wanted to forget. Something that he hoped no one would ever see.
He had a tattoo on his chest, a quote that he had gotten when he was young and foolish. A quote that he had thought was profound and inspiring, but now haunted him every day. A quote that read:
"It's not whether you're right or wrong that's important, but how much money you make when you're right and how much you lose when you're wrong." - George Soros
He hated that tattoo. He hated what it represented: his greed, his arrogance, his ignorance. He hated how it reminded him of his past: his mistakes, his failures, his losses. He hated how it contradicted his present: his values, his goals, his dreams.
He wished he could erase that tattoo. He wished he could erase that part of himself. He wished he could start over.
But he couldn't. He was stuck with it. He was stuck with himself.
So he wore a suit and tie, every day and every night. He covered up his tattoo, he covered up his truth. He pretended to be someone else, someone better.
He pretended to be happy.
