We so often hide the worst parts of us, shielding them from observation by others. But the worst parts of us are like mold. They thrive and grow in the darkness; they die in the light.
Our insecurities, our fears, our failures. These things will haunt us if we let them take up permanent residence in the dark recesses of our memory, forever protected from the hard light of public scrutiny. If we let them out, they diminish to nothing.
It’s the black mold itself that tells you that you should hide it, because it knows. But that darkness is a terrible advisor. Exile it into the sun, and leave no room for its growth.
The Opportunity Machine 