(written two years ago)
I live in a jar filled with water. Water from my past, water in my present, and water for my future. I am just a child as I grow inside this jar. The water represents my appearance and actions, and the jar reveals my transparency.
Everyone can see my life and the decisions that I have made. Everyone looks with curiosity at the woman I am becoming. The transparency of my jar unnerves me all the more. What are they seeing? What are these people deciding about my heart? What are they concluding about my life? I wonder very much, because they never look at me. They only look at my jar.
And I conclude that I must be a victim, because others are watching me. They are judging me.
Then, occurring to me most suddenly is this: Continue reading “A Child in the Jar”