I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
The true self is always in motion like music, a river of life, changing, moving, failing, suffering, learning, shining.
Sometimes I'm really funny, sometimes I'm quiet, sometimes I'm shy, but I'm constantly changing.
A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.
Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still.
To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.
There's something human that has to do with time and space and being who I am that is in progress and always will be in progress. And who I am, on different days, different moments, depends on different aspects of my past.
