Seeking Asylum

After reading this short story (see below) by Gibran. I count my blessings.
I've been ever so blessed to have parents who have allowed me to grow and find my our path and have never forced anything upon me. They allow me to make my own mistakes and learn from those mistakes, no matter how bitter those mistakes are. All they ever do is support me in my choices. Indeed I am blessed. Today especially after reading this story.

Sometimes being in an asylum is the only place where one can experience peace within.

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A great story by the talented Kahlil Gibran.

I was strolling in the gardens of an insane asylum when I met a young man who was reading a philosophy book.

His behaviour and his evident good health made him stand out from the other inmates.

I sat down beside him and asked:

'What are you doing here?'

He looked at me, surprised. But seeing that I was not one of the doctors, he replied:

'It's very simple. My father, brilliant lawyer, wanted me to be like him.
My uncle, who owns a large emporium, hoped I would follow his example.
My mother wanted me to be the image of her beloved father.
My sister always set her husband before me as an example of a successful man.
My brother tried to train me up to be a fine athlete like himself.

"And the same thing happened at school, with the piano teacher and the English teacher - they were all convinced and determined that they were the best possible example to follow".
None of them looked at me as one should look at a man, but as if they were looking in a mirror.

'So I decided to enter this asylum. At least here I can be myself'.