I've noticed, as I continue in this growing up process we call life, that certain questions seem to persist until answered. These questions change as the process keeps advancing, requiring more complex answers each time.
The first question came as I gained maturity and transitioned from being a child to becoming a man. It was "Who am I?” I was about 12 years old then. It took me a while to answer, but eventually I realized who I was. I can't remember the exact moment when I did, but by the time the next question came, at 17, I had already met myself and it certainly was a pleasure to make that acquaintance.
"Who do I want to be?" was my next query and I thought I had the answer right away. It was a tricky question I later found out, as one tends to want different things at different times, so I went about it by discarding the things that I knew I did not want to be. Almost 10 years later, after therapy, college and three graduate degrees, I think I got that one down, and I like to think that I’m on my way to becoming that person.
The next question is the one that has been the most difficult to answer until now: “What do I want?” I first heard myself ask it 7 years ago, as I decided to change my career path and go into a seemingly unrelated field of profession.
The answer eludes me today still. I am yet to find a way to answer the question as I feel that everything is mine for the asking, and knowing what I want is the first step toward making everything I want mine for the taking. I can feel everything I want just one step away from my reach, and I feel that it is time for that distance to be breached.
So here I am, ready I feel, to start opening myself for that great opportunity, that heaping cup of plentiful, that decidingly exceptional step that will make me be. And I’ll record it here, to help myself remember and help others, whose own time will certainly come, to realize that it is the moment to ask what do we want?
