For the hundredth millionth time I thought about and considered and contemplated the meaning of the essential truths that have shaped my life, whether I wanted them to or not, and (I'm beginning to think for the very first time) I've accepted and embraced the simple fact that I'm not like you. I don't belong in your world. I can walk throught it and I can live here but it's not for me. It's not mine. It never has been and it never will be.
I don't know how I could have ever thought this was a bad thing.