If I had not exploded, I would never have found my fuse. I would not know where my dynamite is stored or who I should let light my fire. If I didn’t fall apart, I never could have known the brilliance of love, the pain of ignorance or the power of conviction.
If I had not broken into a million little pieces, you would try to play the integrity card. I could never have proved you wrong. Why should I prove anything to anyone? Because I have to, it is the way that I am made.
If I had not been blown to shreds, I would not have recognized the patterns, my patterns of genius. A quiet genius that breathes just below my cells, genius that says,’One more time.’
If I had not fallen apart, I would not know courage. It takes courage to carry my pieces all this way.
If I had not lost my mind, I would not be here right now, telling you that you can do it, as I have done.