I was afraid from early on to act on my passions,
because the price was too high,
life too fragile.
Instead, paying the high price of developing a fragile life
because of its been afraid to toughen.
believing that I did not have the right to forge a place of my own liking and compatibility in the world.
Still facing the unbelievably entrenched fears:
How little I can let myself, my passion, ME be me.
Someone deeply believed that my nature as a human being must be disassociated at all costs,
and I learned it.
I know it is not only me.
Others face the agony,
the excruciating pain of traveling from disassociation to identity.
And my life must not now be over.
I can still have the things I want, but I don't know how.
I have not had a family,
I have not kept faith and traveled with friends.
I have not pursued making the world need my skills and contributions
as part of the machinery of life.
I have not made my identity with myself and with humankind.