I saw myself clearly—as if I was naked to the world. I saw the things that the small Me within would do, say, and even scheme. In an instant, I saw how it played out, where it came from, how it made others feel. I saw how it served me throughout life—the good and the dreadful. I saw how it limited the much bigger Me. I felt relieved and disgusted all at the same time. Then I accepted it. Did I have a choice, really? And then a door appeared that screamed of freedom, and I walked through, always watching the small Me like it was a restless and lonely child.