define character

Do I run to cover my insecurity of my own personality? Does my busy life mask the anxiety that if I stand still—I will rot away? Is it that I need to decorate my life with exotic stories in order to make myself appear unique?

If these questions are accurate; is my life sincere? Is my compassion noble? Or are these questions just a product of the threat of becoming ‘abnormal’ and unordinary—to be met with similar skepticism and fear?

Wherever these questions derive from, I can’t spend the energy to care. The idea that my desires have superficial pasts is irrelevant because most things in life are scripted. I shouldn’t worry about my subconscious motives, for they are not likely to be answered. My focus should be on my conscious actions, for they will define my character and my happiness.