you keep waiting


to find out who you are.
as if it is buried somewhere,
already finished,
waiting to be dug up.
simone de beauvoir
put it plainly:
you are not a thing
you discover.
you are the sum
of what you choose,
and choose again
tomorrow.
nobody is arriving.
everybody is building. 🌌
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