I'm reading the book my grandma gave me for my birthday - "Letter To My Daughter" by Maya Angelou. I love reading her take on certain subjects - from love to humanity to giving birth. She writes everything so poetically, and gives a unique perspective on these subjects that makes them sound harmonious.Last night I was reading her chapter on "Home," and it really resonated with me - having lived away from my family and friends (and home) for the first time in my life, I am more sensitive to what she said than ever before.
I wasn't sad, I didn't cry or get more homesick. It simply struck a chord in my heart and stayed with me - and I know it always will.
I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.
We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.
-Dr. Maya Angelou, Letter To My Daughter
I just love how she thinks and writes (and speaks); I really enjoy her views and explanations of them. I'll probably be sharing more as I read more of the book, so watch this space!
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