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By the time we hit our forties, we’ve all known pain–it’s been layered on us like so many coats of paint. Who’s to say which heartbreak is the greatest: Losing a child or never having a romantic relationship? Surviving cancer or having a mentally ill son? All painful life events gouge deep furrows and cause emotions to bleed out of us–shock, sorrow, and dismay. Through these tragedies, we are constantly rediscovering ourselves, peeling off the personas we’ve created to fit in socially and reaching for the unaltered seed of self within us. We’ll never completely know our raw core–never completely be able to separate the white of external influences from the yolk of our true selves. But we can ask the questions, keep on with the quest.
