How easy is it for us to let go of something that shapes us so greatly? If something physical gives you reason to be angry; to be sad, and cold, and calm, how do we let it go?

If you were defined by your physical problems, would you be able to say “okay” the minute you are offered a solution? If someone could snap his fingers and make death run from your doorstep, would you say yes? Because what’s at stake here? Life, death? Normalcy?

Because letting go of that defect would take away all of your excuses. It was the only thing that stood between you and the rest of the fucked up world, like a glass wall between you two.

And now some old man is going to take away the glass wall, but you don’t want to walk to the world because in truth, you loved the glass wall. It wasn’t keeping you from the rest of the world, it was keeping you safe from them.

What if that defect was what you defined yourself by? What if it was the only thing that made you special?