Would we ask a tree who it is becoming?
I suspect not.
Partly because we know it’s a tree. And also because the answer would take too long to hear.
Yet here’s the thing. In assuming that becoming a ‘tree’ is a sufficient answer, we miss the multiple dimensions of tree-ness. A tree is always so much more.
And in our hasty relationship with time, we limit our perception of possibilities to what we can see in the short term.
Perhaps it’s the same with us.
Are we prepared to do the work of discovering who we already are on the journey to becoming? Or do we choose to take the shortcut and miss the oneness of who we are?
“Our job in this life is not to shape ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be, but to find out who we already are and become it.” Steven Pressfield, from The War of Art