I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.
Nothing is ever certain.
In my 20s, I railed against anything 'spiritual', I thought it was all crap.
At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken glass they could court light....still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.
Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?
He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.