Sometimes you look at the life you're living and wonder how the fuck you became the person living it.

You've collected roles, responsibilities, expectations, identities, and entire versions of yourself along the way. Some you chose. Some you inherited. 

Some you adapted to survive particular environments. And some have been running for so long you've stopped questioning whether they actually belong to you.

But who you've learned to be isn't necessarily the entirety of who you are—or who you could become.

That doesn't mean your past was a mistake or that every role you've played needs to be abandoned.

It means there's something worth investigating.

Who you believe you are, who others expect you to be, who you've needed to become, and who you might choose to be aren't always the same fucking person.