My pathology is such that I want to value every moment with love and live in some positive wonderland, continually creating pretty cerebral pictures. This is not an easy reality. Often I don’t take into consideration, whomever I meet. I don’t seem to be able to care about what they are thinking and feeling. Then they stop me, with a look or word. My flexible and colorful personality is not always welcomed. I wanted to entertain, stopping to embrace the other person to listen. I struggle with staying quiet. It seems to me my thinking or reflecting is never fashioned in a straight line, not logically expressed. I have a history that affirms my creativity. There came the moment, I realized my hard wired personality, had taken me to a place created in conflict. Flexibility had become a structure meshing itself with the universe of change. Still, I had a shadow, lingering, within my creations continually questioning the original origin of growth. My lust for answers and knowledge drove me forward; often blindly. I began seeing my authentic self.
