I'm curious, how many people here feel in their heart of hearts that they are being their real selves? How many are living a life that is bone-deep authentic and true? I'm not. I am tame when I would be wild and the saddest aspect of this is how it tempers the generosity of my heart. Life has happened to me despite my best efforts and full awareness. There is much beauty and evolution in this for I am a 'better' person than I was but I miss that girl and the integrity with which she lived. I am calling her back. Does this resonate with anyone? *David Harold Fink. 1951.