"When you know you are the one weird child who will never be able to swim, at that moment you are swimming because the desperation and the inability to do it at all has brought you to a point that one might call don't care." Alan Watts

I was that weird, impossible, incorrigible child with big ideas and dreams but most of all with the firm conviction that there was more to the reality that unfolded in front of my young eyes. My desperation did not come from doubting my ability to swim but from a socio-cultural reality that would challenge this ability.

Self doubt and desperation would tango me through the sea of existence. Oscillating between exhilaration and collapse. Yet, the life force within was determined to find its way through the breaches in the glass walls and ceilings.

My point of don't care used to be a wounded place of anger and rebellion from which I made difficult choices but still found a way to rebounce. Do not make me choose between your way or the highway, highway all the way.

Today, my point of don't care lives in the space between breaths where I surrender and trust. I dwell in my body haven of self-empowerment, healing and joy. Weird, impossible, incorrigible.

How would you describe your point of don't care?