Identity is Fluid

Who am I, really? What defines me in this vast, ever-changing world? Is my name, my face, the color of my skin, the language I speak, and the beliefs I hold enough to encapsulate the essence of who I truly am?

Last night, I took my soul for a swim, gliding effortlessly up and down the lane. Each push off the wall propelled us deeper into the unknown. What once required eleven strokes per lap now only took ten, sometimes even nine, as my body arched and stretched in new ways. With each reach and pull, I reached beyond my limits, uncovering new depths within myself.