This is all we can do, try. Try to look good, be good, do good. That by itself is good enough. It’s a manner of showing up in the world , making known that here we are presenting ourselves despite all our faults. It’s being vulnerable and okay with the cracks that we used to painstakingly hide from plain sight.
To try is the process of becoming who we ought to be, if there even is such a thing. Lately I’ve been toying with the idea of the different selves that we can be. It’s tied to a recent notion of living in continuum instead of in life stages. Where we choose to play, work, learn in non-cyclical nor linear manner. It seems to be a life that flows. There is no struggle in that. Only trying.