Who I want to be.


I look at the mirror and I don't know who I am or who I'm going to be.

And I'm scared.  

Scared I'm going to miss my chance to decide, and instead of getting to chose who I will be I'm going to wake up one day at the age of 40 with an idea of the man I want to be and I won't get to become that man, because it will have been too late.  

Because I don't know who I want ME to be and I don't know who I want to be ME for. 




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