Asking the question of: Who are you?

I was riding my bike last week when I saw this on my return trip back home.

Admittedly, it got me to thinking for the duration of my ride back…

Who are you?

Who am I?

Who should I be?

My aspirations versus my duty or calling.

This is more than a rhetorical question,  truth be told I am inclined to think that this a query that many of us wrestle with and  try to make sense of.

Sometimes taking a seat does wonders for the soul.

In an effort to make sense of it all, I make it a point to extract myself from that which would attempt to chip away at my peace.

Like the old adage says:

“Sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees.”

I’m listening,  savoring and marinating in the broth of time, cognizant that each minute that I have.

Brings me closer to:  Who I am.

Stopping to smell the roses (or violets) for that matter is essential.

Eventually,  it will lead to relvations that can serve to wash away those barriers to empowerment.

Who am I?

I don’t know yet, but I’m going to figure it out.