I think it is constantly changing who we really are as we age. Our ideas and ideals change

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Kathy

So true, too true. A powerful write, Edward.

This thoughtful poem, written with such clarity and unwavering honesty, made me think of a quote from the 10/9/2011 Globe and Mail obituary for Nova Scotian poet, Maxine Tynes:

“Women are always looking into mirrors, looking for a mirror to look into, or thinking about, regretting, sighing over or not quite believing what they’ve seen in the mirror. We’re looking at ourselves; looking for ourselves. The girls we were, the women we are, and what we will become. Searching, always searching in mirrors."

Very well done!

Rebecca

Finally finding out who you are is one fine time. A brief transition and there you are! It's like you weren't even looking and all of a sudden you suddenly know. Kinda freaky!

Love ya!

Jane

Oh, that "thousand journeys," would be in the millions. It would be in the millions, because I would be forgetful and would have to begin all over from the start.

Very well put. The question of identity of self is a long and arduous one, as you say, a thousand journeys and still we don't know. Even if we think we know, we may be kidding outselves, since tomorrow arrives and we change and are again different. Thanks for raising this important again to set us thinking. John

I am still lookin for The Me I Am and still can't find me, but I am not giving up, ha!
Dan