We can find a lot of things

If we look inside ourselves;

Desires to be loved

Cherished

Respected.

Also desires to dominate

Serve ourselves first

Win every argument.

Which one is the “real” us?

Or do we pick and choose

Based on what’s convenient for

Each moment?

Maybe we want to believe

In a version of ourselves

Devoid of our flaws

But alas that version

Doesn’t exist.

The real you is in process,

Still evolving

Still maturing

Still laughing at how naive

You were ten years ago.

Perhaps some aspects of life

Are best enjoyed

By simply living them

And not always trying to

Figure them out.

Ourselves included.