If I were different my life would be different. I don't know how I am who I am. Nature? Nurture? Does it really matter? Instead of where or how, the more relevant question (I believe) is what. And even that question is only to acknowledge, recognize, temper, and refine. I look back on decisions made decades ago (even in childhood) and it is clear that decisions today are consistent. I can't just turn my back on me. Yes, one day I will have to let go, but until that dying moment, I will remain; still me but perhaps, as I continue to gain wisdom, a better version.

What defines a person?

• Confusion?
• Fear?
• Responsibility?
• Compassion?
• A sense of belonging?
• Justice?
• Wisdom?
• Power?
• Wealth?
• Beauty?
• Hunger?
• Truth?
• Anger?
• Sadness?
• Curiosity?

It is a common question asked even in children's movies.

My life is a moment. Moments die. My current job is a moment. My last job was a moment. My relationships are mere moments. Some moments are destined to last a lifetime. Some moments flare up dramatically then die a quick death. Some moments are slowly suffocated. What defines me determines (sometimes predetermines) each moment's death.

I just removed ‘Love’ from the list above.

If I am unable to turn my back on myself yet I am able and choose to acknowledge, recognize, temper, and refine, I just removed ‘Love’ from the list above because I believe to Love is to more frequently practice, enhance, and strengthen those positive, productive qualities I already possess (Compassion, Responsibility, Justice) and perhaps better manage those qualities that may do harm and/or be misinterpreted (Anger, Power, Sadness).

I just disclosed me. At least my perception of me. And I cannot turn my back on that; not even for a moment.