Being

There is no necessity to my being. I didn't have to be who I was, I didn't have to be at all; I could have been someone else and I can still be someone else. I once came across someone from a distance who reminded me of who I could have been, who I could still be; it was an eerie glimpse into one of my possible other selves. I wondered what it would have been like to meet this person who was living one of my possible lives, and I wonder now, though I don’t know if I had thought of this back then, if I was living his other possible life. Maybe I’m living other people’s possibilities, just as others are living mine.
I go on being who I'm being though, not who I am, and I don't know which is more authentic or what that even means if it means anything at all.

[On Instagram.]