We find ourselves
in the struggles
in the books
in the movies
in our reactions.

We chip away
and add some clay
to find who
we will be.

Not a matter of fate,
we are not etched in stone
but tempered by life
and all the curve *****
that are thrown.

It is a constant process
of chipping and adding.
Until the time comes
when all the arithmetic is done
and we finally slip from
the form we found.

But it was never
part of a grand plan.
There were a trillion
plus roads
with a billion-fold
stops.

Whether we were lost
or planning the trip
the journey is what
we became.