Poem by: Rupi Kaur We think we are lost While our fuller Found and complete selves Are somewhere in the future We get on our hands and knees Thinking self-improvement will Help us reach them but this finding ourselves bullshit Is never going to end Im tired of putting off living until I have more information on who I am Im a new person every month Always becoming and unbecoming Only to become again Our fuller selves are not off in the future They're right here In the only moment that exists I dont need fixing I will be searching for answers my whole life Not because im a half-formed thing But because im brilliant enough to keep growing Everything necessary to live a vivid life Already exists in me I am complete simply because I am imperfect