What kind of person do I want to be?
Living my own life
is much harder than I once imagined.
Before I realize it,
I can so easily be swept along
by the people around me.
Even when I think I’m making my own choices,
sometimes I’m really just trying
to become someone else.
Or maybe,
I’m simply working desperately
to be accepted.
Ever since I was little,
I’ve always been drawn
to people who seemed deeply grounded in themselves.
People who carried
a quiet sense of authenticity.
A kind of calm energy
that felt undeniably their own.
Whenever I met someone like that,
I admired them.
But lately,
I’ve started to wonder
if it was never just admiration.
Maybe it was something deeper.
Maybe it was the force
pulling me toward becoming myself.
The thing that keeps whispering:
“Live your own life.”
Maybe that has always been
one of the deepest sources inside me.
November