Finding freedom in being a bridge
I am a bridge—
I live in the in-between.
The mystery of life,
all four seasons of death and rebirth.
It has always been this way. In high school, though, I had another word for being a bridge: chameleon. And I harshly critiqued & judged myself for this, for being adaptable in social situations & befriending people across many different cliques.
Much of my judgment came from the fact that I often befriended people who had strong, polarizing personalities. I compared myself to them, wondering why I wasn’t polarizing in the same way. I thought it must be because I was a people-pleaser or naive high schooler desperate to fit in.