Born Again

Is it really possible to feel like you've been born again for the first time at the age of, say, 30? And with that feeling permeating nearly every cell of your body, would you look at the world and your new self with the eyes of a newborn? And with that innocent and clean perspective that you now possess, would you find yourself confused? Confused about the life that you have led. Confused about the life you currently lead. And, even more confused about the life you are about to lead?

If all you have thought you knew and believed to be true is no longer that, where does that leave you? Would you find yourself feeling like you're stuck on an island with no one around and no lifeline? Would you find yourself feeling like the black sheep of the family? Would you find yourself feeling like you're stuck in an ever-moving crowd of people, and your head is spinning, and your breath is shallow, and you're suffocating under the pressure to join them, but your body won't budge?

And when the night falls on you head, and the moon shines with mystery, and the crowd slows down to a humane pace, would you stand by the cold wall and wonder if you have a place here? Would you look for the perfectly round red dot on the ground with your name on it, designating your special space? Or would you want to start running, as long and as far as you can, into the unknown, into the ether of the air, into the depth of the universe, screaming for help, for you are acutely aware of your ignorance and fear?

Is this what a newborn feels like when first emerging from the warmth of the womb?