Plasticity

And it always seems that if you cannot prove who you are within the first five minutes of your arrival on this planet, you are doomed forever. You are doomed to be labeled “in transition,” “undecided,” and “confused.”

Did those people who attempt to label us at these stages in our lives ever think that, just maybe, not having a definitive answer for what makes us “us” is not such a horrible thing? That we are malleable bodies and we are constantly morphing between liquid and plasma, solid and gas?

That there is never a time in our life when we stop moving?

There is no mold that we can ever be contained within.