my life with smaller measures of success. I wanted to find the
Genuine, the Happy. I want only to live my days knowing
I was doing something that will make my life count.
So I quit, without nothing but dreams. No connections, no marketable skills,
nothing. Just the nervous prickles on my skin, that instinct to transform. In my hand, a smooth stone, this new found bravery, the audacity to finally reveal myself to me.