I always wanted to contribute something to the world. To share my experience with others but I always grappled with how honest I would be. It’s not because of what others thought but simply because I enjoyed my life being surrounded by mystery. Also, I delighted in the presumption of perfection. No matter how far from the actual truth. Many of us at some point in time are faced with the question, do we share our truth? When the story of your life is marred with mistakes and obstacles the answer always seems like a resounding “no”. On the contrary, it is those stories that have a greater place in the human collectiveness because they are relatable. I wonder how we got here in time? How did we end up with a culture dedicated to false ideas and non flexible thinking that is limiting everyone and everything?