You have tried to fit in all of your life. It was your need to truly belong that drove you to these great lengths. The observations. The copying. Holding your breath. You still failed.
You were yet to discover the grace of falling.
The blessing of pain.
The gift of confusion.
So you fell.
You got lost.
You came to howl at the moon and dwell cluelessly on starry nights, knowing something.
Until one day you woke up in the wilderness, naked with messy hair and starry eyes.