I am content, for now, to be who I am, where I am. That is a lie, but I won’t divulge which part(s) of the statement fall short of honesty.
Is it that I am content? Is it the suggestion the contentment may be temporary? Is it that the contentment is with who I am? Is that contentment with where I am? Or it is some combination? Where is the lie?
You may guess, but I won’t say. Why won’t I say? Because it’s not important. Not important at all. But, then, that may not be true, either. Mysteries are murder.