You would be sure of me and my walls would cease to exist. The insecurities surrounding what we are (what even are we?) would diminish. My family would trust you again, and I would trust myself for probably the first time in my life. Forgetting you and I, the questions that rise up every time I think about certain things I’m still trying to make sense of would be no longer. I would push myself and not be afraid to either fail or be mocked for trying something seemingly stupid. People wouldn’t feel embarrassed for announcing their belief in God or voicing their beliefs in general. “I doubt it” would never be the follow-up response to important inquiries and statements. Opinions would be more linear. Love would be more solid. Commitment more common. Overwhelming confidence in one’s abilities. Skills never hidden or un-used. Secrets never secret. Children whose worlds would only consist of flourishing futures, and nourishment, and success that sets them up for a life void of ever second guessing themselves.