Exploring our unthought knowns
Picture an idyllic summer afternoon, where you were so sure that you had enough daylight to keep playing until your heart’s content, a cocoon you retreated into deal with reality.
Reintegration from this was a challenge, because at the ripe age of twenty-three, we were expected to pay our dues by emerging from this collective cocoon as butterflies.
What would be next?
First impressions counted a lot for me. If they were good, the person would be propped on a pedestal that I would long to be on. I’ve carried around a halo that gets passed around from person to person, even if they never asked for it. But how long can a person last on a shaky pedestal? How do we cope with their fall from grace?
Past the Racket