I never did find my voice. I mean, the voice I thought would pour out of me like a stream, telling it all, with no effort on my part. I catch a glimpse of a world with no animosity between people. A world of benevolent kindness. I wonder if the two things are related. Me not finding my voice but stumbling on the possibility of an emotional truce. This failure to realize one’s potential breaks my heart. We are all such a disappointment to ourselves and to everybody else. In my emotional truce zone, we all just have the right to be, to exist, to live and breathe and eat and sleep and talk and not be judged. Then there is music.