I think a lot of us spend years becoming who we're supposed to be.
Good enough.
Successful enough.
Loved enough.
We follow paths we never questioned because they were already there.
And after a while, it's hard to tell the difference between who you are and who you've been trying to be.
That's what this piece feels like to me.
The moment you stop long enough to ask:
"Wait... whose life am I living?"
Because maybe becoming yourself isn't finding something new.
Maybe it's letting go of everything that was never yours to carry.
So be honest
if nobody expected anything from you...
who would you become?