Who do I want to be?
I can’t say who,
but I can say what:
better. Every day.
A mind not growing
is a mind that decays.
Nourish the garden.
Pick up the ewer,
crack open its spine—
yes, literature,
the water of life.
So no—
I cannot tell you
who
I am becoming—
only what.
Less the destination,
more the journey.