The road we are on, the roads we travel.
You might say I pursued education and enlightenment. The more I know myself the more I realize that I have been striving to be considered normal for the better part of fifty three years.
There are things I wanted as much as education, a place to grow things, a home of my own, unlimited animals to care for, freedom to sing or paint or decorate… or cook. I wanted to try new things; I wanted to experience clarification without being judged. Not that being judged ever changed my opinion, it only made me more cautious and sadder. Why cant people accept others’ differences? Then I think, because people fear what they do not understand. I try not to be guilty of fear. Fear puts a guard up.
