It’s both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.
I loved fairy tales when I was a kid. Grimm. The grimmer the better. I loved gruesome gothic tales and in that respect I liked Bible stories because to me they were very gothic.
I would find myself laughing and wondering where these ideas came from. You can call it imagination I suppose. But I was grateful for wherever they came from.
I was intelligent enough to make up my own mind. I not only had freedom of choice I had freedom of expression.
I didn’t fear failure. I expected failure.
I think I’ve always been somebody since the deaths of my father and brother who was afraid to hope. So I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.
Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.