My home was never on the ground...

I have found, through agony and thought, that the life we want does not happen all at once. We are constantly in a state of growing and transforming. It takes a long time, and that's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are done, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are real, once you are true, you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand, people who are still on their way. So I sat in my room, listening to the sound of his sleeping breath with a smile on my face, and I realised that it wasn't just the sound of breathing, but the voice of life, the voice of being, the voice of perpetual becoming.