Then there was the me that had to push, push, and struggle. The Jack in the Box, the caterpillar in the cocoon, the nut in the honey... No force external, man-made or otherwise, could push my course upstream. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew it felt like gravity, and I was smart enough to know that anyone who tried to force me to defy the Great Magnet was not worth listening to. Mother Nature speaks in whispers for those who care to listen.
And now, I am the me that I have always been, and that I have never been before. Every dawn: new eyes and ten thousand flowers unfolding. I treasure this beauty and mystery around me, so full of rapturous joy and exquisite pain, so full of lessons swirling at every corner, so... f u l l. I love this place; it's the strangest life I've ever known.
Oh, and I love chocolate. And sometimes I pick my nose. And my head is a television. Aaaand other shtuff.