There are times when I want to be someone else, live a different life – an easier life. But then, I stop and think: if I weren’t me, who would I be? The question doesn’t compute. The premise is flawed. I am me, and that’s the only person I can ever be. For it to be otherwise would spoil the whole point: taking what you have and turning it into something miraculous.
(Or maybe it’s already miraculous. That’s something to consider, too.)