We, imperfect humans that we are, are always seeking self-definition. By our actions, by our choices, by our beliefs, by our tribes, by our appearance – all seeking to give us a sense of self.
I am this and not that.
The choices we make coalesce, slowly, into something grand and magnificent. A person. A hero. A hero of many stories, but most importantly, our own.
We head out into the world, seeking. We try new things, try to to find purpose and meaning amidst the struggle for survival. We experiment. We find things that work, and things that do not work, and hopefully we learn the difference.
We may fail. We may go astray, fall victim to despair and chaos. We may surrender to our dark impulses. We may redeem ourselves.
Or we may not.
We learn that there are many perspectives, many voices, many sides. We have to choose. We learn that there are some choices, once made, which cannot be undone.
We learn that there are other choices which never mattered in the first place.
Sometimes, we don’t know the difference.
Each day, we arise, and wonder in what way will today call upon us to be a hero. Every day brings a new opportunity, a new chance, a new story. Sometimes we succeed. Often we fail.
But we can never go back and rewrite what has come before.
Then one day, we realize that we were seeking ourselves the entire time. That the journey itself defined us, that we are naught but the sum of our desire to define a sense of self.
No more, no less.
I am this, not that. This is my story.
And it is the story of a journey.