Who I want to be is on the path. She always will be.
Maybe I will meet her on the last day.
Maybe I can allow myself to meet her now.
Who I want to be is an eternal self under construction.
But maybe (I hope) I can have the generosity to meet her today.
Here, sitting, having my coffee, writing.
If who I want to be is always under construction, and that construction is happening today and tomorrow, then who I want to be is the construction itself.
A Beira de Mim | On the Edge of Myself 
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