The storm rages on, the path stretches ahead, but I continue to march forward.
Imagine this: Spending your whole life knowing you were more than you were told to be. Having a deep desire to be something even when everyone shunned it. Next comes the conformation, to blend in and make sure you survive your youth environment intact, you adapt a mask. You put your true feelings aside and commit to this mask, so well you've almost even convinced yourself; but she knows better.
Every now and then, she surfaces to let you know she doesnt approve and that she isnt going anywhere; you ignore her and reassert the mask in place. Time passes and you press forward, mask firmly held, but you aren't happy and you dont know why. "Oh, you know why." She emerges again and completely obstructs your view. She refuses to be ignored any longer: "Enough!" She exclaims as she stamps her high heel. She rips the mask off and grabs you, vulnerable, lost, confused and lifts your eyes level to hers: " We are wonderfully made. And we are enough. We dont need this shackle; from now on we're gonna fly!" She smiles beautifully. You shudder, shook and unsure but inspired; you stand and boldly face the new day. It's not that you're without fear, it's just that now being true to yourself has set you free. The rest is up to wonderful you.
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