True To Stew?

In a novel I've been reading, one of the themes or 'morals' if you will, is that you should always be true to yourself. That's very fine, and makes a good case for personal honesty, but young Syndrome from Pixars Incredibles had a good point: You never say which part of yourself to be true to! The part, perhaps, that wishes to take advantage of others to build yourself up? Or the part which is willing to destroy even itself in the end for the chance to continue to gratify its own wishes? 

No, we're not wholly evil, but we each have enough dark rot in there to significantly taint the pot, so to speak. And we're supposed to be true to that stinking mess? Not a good option, methinks. Maybe we shouldn't hide or cover up who we are (although I have my doubts about that one) but we certainly should not stick it on a gilded pedestal. I'm not saying you should be true to anyone elses self either - that's nearly as bad. We are what we are, but that doesn't have to be how we stay. A journey of awareness must be undertaken in the inwards direction lest we remain clueless about ourselves all our lives and consequently damage others, but any journey of progress must be outward bound. We're not good enough to merit the inward sort of journey; and don't let anyone sell you the lie that if you dig deep enough you'll find your buried innate goodness - you mashed and squandered that a long time ago. You'll find a stew of indeterminate contents, and it'll smell distinctly dodgy. Not worth travelling to the end of the rainbow for. There is One, however, that we can take a journey into - that will give us more even than a pot of gold. To that expedition there will be no end - only an endless voyage deeper and richer into a heart of living fire, where we will be transformed and rarefied at last . . . and yet remain ourselves.