"I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. we marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias. We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do."
MAYA ANGELOU from "Letters to My Daughter"
(These thoughts seem jumbled and skewed. There's no real sequence though I hoped there might be. I'm just writing as they come to me. Perhaps I'll be able to make sense of it at the end.)
I have mistaken the inside of the cage as that place of safety. I've been afraid to leave because of it. I thought I had to escape my real self to be free. I've come to see how wrong I've been. I don't need to leave the real me behind. She's where I belong. She's home and I actually quite like her. I can carry that safe place with me wherever I go.
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