Am I overly obsessed with the ideal of becoming the ideal me?

Who is he, really?

He’s me, set free. He’s me, yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He is constantly changing, slowly, deliberately, incrementally. He learns from every misstep and grows through every misfortune. He has a huge heart, burdened by the sadness and fear he encounters in others, and a soaring spirit, bursting with fresh and renewing faith. He is driven and passionate and wildly creative, often impatient with the limiting beliefs which sometimes hold him back.

He has much to give, much to offer, too much, it sometimes seems, as few are open to acknowledge his light.

He’s me, simply me.