Something Daniel said recently, as a comment on the post, “How white are you?” made me think:
And then, sometimes, it is just really, really devastatingly difficult to live on this razor’s edge.
Once again, leave it to Daniel to leave me haunted with his sublime and beautiful way of looking at our situation. I am dumbstruck.
Another razor’s edge for me is right-livelihood as an adoptee means envisioning a future without relinquishment, which is disturbingly informed by my imagined should-have-been life, which interferes with my desire to be/live in the present.
How do my fellow aware transracial adoptees balance on this thin, sharp blade? Practically, philosophically, spiritually, relationally?