Time, age and maturity changes our perspectives. I once considered it a curse that I had the double whammy of a very religious family and a chromosome disorder, causing the difference which made my interactions with others somewhat complicated.
Now that I’m older, I suppose I can see that there were blessings in those circumstances. Of course I couldn’t see that at the time, overwhelmed as I was by my selfish misery. Today, we have the benefit of hindsight. Back then, just a hopeless despair which blinded me to the good I carried with me.
But even that despair was a blessing in a way, because it motivated me to change. Without it, I certainly wouldn’t be sitting here today, living such a life. With time, we see the good that we were granted on the road to maturity.
Last modified: 12 December 2022
