I've been thinking a lot here lately, about this boy I used to know, and the question he always seemed to ask me. 

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" 

Surgeon. Nurse. Chef. Artist. Mother. Teacher. Writer. Guitar player. Surfer. Baker. Philosopher. A thousand possibilities. 

But I guess the real answer is that I'm just trying to be the person that I didn't have growing up - the person I think a lot of people didn't have when they were younger, really. 

I have no idea what I'm actually doing with my life, or where I'm going, or who I'm actually becoming - but I do know that I'm trying to be more and more kind each day.