I’m where my voices led me, I’m exactly here accompanied by their soundtrack; their keening fear I have challenged them and won at various times but they soon start up again, their endogenous whine. The truth is, they’re an indelible part of me woven in, as sure as salt is meshed with sea. And without them, their incessantly loud refrain echoey silence would likely arrest my brain. I’m not rich or brave or beautiful or scary but I’m me: at that I’m quite extraordinary.
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”- George Eliot