Tonight I looked myself in the mirror. I stared and stared without blinking until my face seemed to morph into someone I didn't know, into some stranger that I didn't recognize. I wanted to cry but i wouldn't allow myself. I looked in the strangers eyes. I studied their skin, their lips, their wrinkles, their life. I asked that stranger who they were. The stranger had no response for me. I asked the stranger why she couldn't tell me who she was, she said she didn't know. "How could you not know who you are?" I inquired calmly. The stranger said she had been defining herself by what she could be. "Well, what could you be?" I asked her. "Everything." She said. "But I am nothing now." Then she asked ME
a question. "How can I change my definition of myself?" I thought for a moment, "Well, I suppose you can become what you believe you can be, but you'll have to start today."