4.2.15

Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you were born in another city, state, time period? This thought crosses my mind daily. Watching people live their everyday lives poses so many questions. Who are they? What do they do for a living? How do they interact with other people or even animals? Then I point the finger back at myself. Who am I? What do I do? How do I interact with people? It brings me to my main point. What defines who we are? I like to think that the things I value and the things I care about most are the things that define me. Without that, what drives me to be...well...me? But then analyzing those things that I value, it tends to concern me. Everybody has their vices, but I am especially not proud of mine. Would the person I was 10 years ago like the person I am today? I wish I could say yes, but realistically, probably not. I have become everything I criticized as a child. It worries me because I fear I am losing grip of who I actually am. But maybe that's just it. Maybe this is who I am meant to be. Those people walking down the street living their lives...that is who they are supposed to be. To me just another pedestrian. To them, their biggest critic. Everything lies in the eyes of the beholder. We become who we truly are destined to become. Coming to terms with that takes our entire adult life. By the time we accept it, our life is behind us and the only thing left is the pine surrounding us.