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For years, I thought I was a closeted introvert playing the role of an extrovert trying to get ahead in life. Looking back, I realize how the words of others often influenced my sense of worth and my decision to become as obscure as a wall. Here's how I got off the wall.
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The safety and objectivity of being a child are sometimes shattered by what we learn from adults. As children, we are blind to the things society labels to separate us from one another: race, religion, gender, ethnicity, culture, social class - you name it.
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Growing up, whenever the continent of Africa was mentioned, I cringed. I didn’t want to be associated with the “savages” depicted on television or the slave “experience” detailed in my grade school textbooks.
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What a bummer to have someone burst your bubble: A dream for the future or an expectation that the cute boy in your class might have a crush on you. Just one word can dampen or extinguish your hopes.
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I left for college with a level of confidence that would be tested. Like all first-year college students, the vastness of this new experience away from family would be daunting.
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We live. We learn. As I move through life, I recognize that some of my most painful experiences have positively shaped who I am today.
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A foundation always supports a wall, or it won’t stand. My Wall was once my hiding place. A place to be in the room but not. A place to view the activity of others without participating in it.
