But this is a tragic inversion of priorities. Because the search for what makes your heart beat hardest—and fidelity to its fullest, most devoted expression—is the very stuff of life. Rooted deep in our souls and coursing vigorously through our veins, it is our birthright. It is our lifeblood. And it is our sustenance. So, to repress that urge, or worse yet deny its very existence, is to squander the extraordinary gift of what it truly means to be human.
