Very moving post about the freedom to be who you are.
“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
–Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
If you were to walk through the grand corridors of my mind, the walls wouldn’t be covered with beautiful tapestries or coats of armor, or even beautiful works of art. They would be covered with words, jumbled thoughts, and hopefully a sense of enlightenment. If you took the time to read those walls, you’d certainly notice a theme of sorts: personal identity. It would be splashed across the walls and stain the rugs. It would be in the dust in the crevices and corners. It would simply be everywhere because it is the thing I think most…
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