“Facing myself in the mirror is like that. If I never cut my hair, if I don’t acknowledge that I’ve never allowed anyone to really know me, I can pretend that a perfect road awaits me. I can pretend there’s some medicine that will magically allow me to see myself. But going down that road might mean discovering that there is no magic strong enough to bring me into harmony. Breaking the illusion means acknowledging the parts of myself that will never be visible.”
