The more seeking that I do to find myself,
The more confused I become about who I am supposed to be.
Why must I “be” this or that?
Why the requirement to define ourselves?
I have decided that I want to be defined by all of the small things I have seen and done and been in life.
Why can’t I be a puzzle?
Why can’t, I not yet, be complete?
Life has certain dictations that we are meant to adhere to so that we meet what the world expects.
Why does the work get a say?
Why can’t I define myself?
From this moment on me, and only me, will decide who and what I am to be.
I am small pieces of many things.
I am to become a complete masterpiece.
