Have you ever wished that you were you? Content, happy and full of grace that you are you and no one else but you? Seems like such a funny question, but one that is often overlooked by the best intentioned of us all.
I'm too fat. I'm too thin. I'm too tall, or too short. My hands are too small, my toes are too long. We all have something to complain about ourselves, myself included.
Yes, i wish i could be taller, a tad bit slimmer, and just a bit more Brad Pitt-alike. But i'm not. Am i happy to be me, do i sit up in the bed in the middle of the night suddenly wishing i was somebody else? Its a tough call, i think one of our chief motivators is to be what we're not. Taken positively, it can be converted into very healthy energy, very useful ambition. Without such drive, would we be even human?
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