Everything I may have wanted and possibly so much less.

Who I could have been, who I should have been, and who I will be are three concepts of self I have tried in vain to harmonize.

Could presupposes an alternative. Should presupposes a missed opportunity. Will presupposes solidarity.

I cannot spend my life wondering about what I haven't done. Taking opportunity costs into account will lead to regret, a pointless sentiment to waste thoughts upon, time which could have been properly appropriated towards a more constructive endeavor.

I cannot spend my life under the assumption I know where I'm going with it all. To assume such positivism would be to assume myself a blind supporter of such inane concepts as 'destiny' and 'the inevitable', abstracts which serve as life's deus ex machina explaining why and how situations unfold beyond one's control.

There is no doubt in my mind these situations occur, of course; denying their existence is as close-minded as believing in fate itself. The difference is, I refuse to attribute all I am to such a lazy and faultless excuse.

I do not judge myself alongside the person I could have been. I do not contrast myself against the person I should have been. I do not measure myself by the person I presuppose I will become.

Who I am is who I make myself out to be.

My destiny is changing every day.