I might try to change who I was much like a child in dress up clothes. Maybe a new dress would make so one would know that I was self-conscious, too smart, too tall, too talkative, not pretty enough. If they did, I’d be a princess and they would forgive me.
Forgive me what?
Forgive me for caring? Forgiving me for feeling small? Forgive me because I wanted to maket things right when they went horribly wrong? Forgive me for wishing I was more than I am?
Forgive me for being human?
I would be a princess inside that castle door, but a princess is human too. That was the problem with castles. The life was new, but reality proved that humanity is anything but new and different.
I learned to love my humanity, looking at the sky with my feet on the ground and my heart open wide. The stars and the angels don’t worry. They don't notice whether I care too much, worry about fixing things, try to be more. They just shine on me. Smile at me. Fill me with love.
I think I’ll leave the castle door to stay out with the stars.
−me strauss Letting me be