Unfinished

There’s always more,

More to learn,

More to create,

More to grow.

I am in constant flux

We all are.

There’s beauty in that

Stagnant is boring,

But, incomplete is stressful.

Am I enough? Am I doing enough?

I want to be whole,

I want to be complete,

I want to be interesting.

Am I? How can I be?

What do I need to do?

I don’t know.

I don’t,

I just don’t know.

I don’t think I’m perfect,

I just want to be my full self.

Then I realize I am not what I do.

I am not all I know and I am not all I don’t.

That doesn’t mean I should stop learning, creating, or growing.

It just means I should stop letting it define me.

I am whole.

I am moving from one wholeness to another.

I am interested.

I do not need a “thing” to set me apart.

I, as a being, am finished.

I’m just not done yet.

I’m not done learning,

Not done creating,

Not done growing.

I may never be done, but I am complete.