What if the most important thing is not who we are now but who we are becoming?
What if it is not only what we do now but what we will do in the future that counts?
What if we started to care about the tides of change under the surface more than the splashes and undulations visible above?
Though actions speak louder than words, maybe the thoughts behind the actions speak loudest of all.
What if the hardest thing to build is oneself? the right self, the true self?
What if the default is a facade, passable in appearance but belying an empty reality?
Perhaps the smallest core of true metal is worth more than vast hoards of the artificial.
What if the stresses and strains placed upon us are not only changing us, but are also showing us what truly lies within?
What if our trajectory matters more than current position, the direction we are headed more than the speed at which we are traveling?
What if the most important thing was not who we are now but who we are becoming?