That’s the thing about getting too good at healing, getting too comfortable with only relying on yourself. It can build a fear of opening up and sharing a life, even if that’s all you really want.
There are simply some experiences that you and I will not “share” because of our differences.
We are born with genes that determine a lot about our physical and sometimes even behavioural characteristics.
If my memory serves me well, the lady looked at me through her sunglasses, tears streaming down her face and said, “Oh, you can see? Everything is awful. Thanks for caring but I have to go.”
If I could have been born as anyone else, anyone else could have been born as me.
Am I ever going to be the best at something? Probably not.
A few days before Christmas, HBO announced that what was the second season finale of their comedy-drama How to Make It in America, would, in fact, be the series finale. By pulling the plug on the New York City fake-it-til-you-make-it story of Ben Epstein, Cam Calderon and their fashion co. dreams, they allowed for an entirely new light on the last episode…
Rand’s dislike for the phrase “I’m only human” was more specifically a rejection of the premise of the phrase, which is something like “Humans are inherently lazy and lacking sufficient willpower to uphold personally or culturally assigned values…”
I love this phrase — it’s what I named my would-be think tank when I was 22: The Society of Individuals. Twenty years later and I still cling to, and seek to elucidate, what such a society might be.
Especially when we look around us and see the rough, often devastating ends that young love can meet when it commits too quickly, the idea of acknowledging you met your life partner at 22 is terrifying.