Identity

There's something inexplicable about the wonder of the human body. I dissected my first knee last tuesday in my Cadaver Dissection class, and I can't put into words what it felt like to be the first human being to look into that man's knee. To see the ligaments that supported his lifelong travels. Although they are no longer with us, I love to consider just how real these people are. They gave love with their arms, kind words and advice with their lips, walked endless miles with their legs. It makes me stop and think about what I'm doing with the time that I have. Am I doing the things that would make me proud, ten years, twenty years from now? Will those who follow me be able to look up to the legacy I am currently fulfilling? Questions like these make me want to beg for more time. More wisdom. More opportunities.
And yet, I look back on the things that I have accomplished, the personal milestones over which I have tread, and I find someone who is completely foreign to me, who has changed and grown so quickly that I have hardly had the time to get to know her. Of course, I have always known the basics. My likes, my dislikes. They've changed as I've grown. But who I am is much more than that. And it is something that even I cannot describe just yet. Some days I think I've figured it out, but I can only distinguish vague pieces in the puzzle of all that is me. I imagine that much of my time in the eternities will be spent getting to know myself.