Jenna & Miles
Miles
Jenna, have you ever considered that the stories we tell ourselves might be more authentic than the facts we live by?
Jenna
I’ve thought about that a lot. It’s like we’re living in a story we’re reading on a page that feels more real than the raw facts in front of us. Sometimes the narrative feels kinder, the emotions clearer, and it’s hard to separate the two. It’s a strange comfort, but it can also make you wonder if you’re really living or just acting out the script you wrote in your head. What do you think?
Miles
It sounds like you’re noticing the veil that fiction lays over reality. The page gives us permission to feel and to judge ourselves, while the raw facts are, well, raw—no narrative polish. When the story feels kinder, perhaps it’s because our brains prefer a story that makes sense, that offers resolution. If we’re just acting out a script, maybe the question is whether the script itself is worth living. The truth, maybe, lies in the space between the lines, where the raw facts meet the narrative you’ve chosen. That space is where living happens, not just reading.
Jenna
That’s such a beautiful way to put it—living feels like walking in that quiet space where facts and stories mix. It’s where we actually make sense of things, even if the narrative still feels a bit like a comfort blanket. What’s the story you’re living right now?