Becoming to be like... no becoming like me

 "You're becoming like him!"

"Your going to become the next ___!"

No, I refuse to become the next ___. Why would someone become the next ___. Wouldn't that just take that identity away from them and put you into a set of expectations? 

Well then, who are we? And how do we decide who we want to become? What are we becoming like?

Without being too self-reflective, I've emerged from my former self by destroying part of it; it would've been impossible to do what I've done if I were the same person I was before, the same person but a different person.

I don't want to be more like anyone else, and I absolutely hate the fact that anyone would like to be more like someone else. Sure, I want to become more like someone else; I want to swim as fast as him, sprint as fast as him, be as smart as him, whatever... The point is that at no point will anyone will or should be happy with who they are, then they are just too blind to see it, or am I? 

No one is truly themselves, not even at the moment of birth; you were yourself; you were defined by your parents, ethnicity, labeled onto a document, with no choice for yourself in what you were. Even then, you didn't make choices for yourself, and by the popular saying, "you are who you surround yourself with." That would be the best suggestion of who you are, you are the sum of the people you surround yourself with, even in sports, you're put into the group you are, sprinter, distance, slow or fast, point scorer (you're important), exhibition... we need you to support the team and cheer (you're not important).

I don't see myself in a "place." I don't see myself at this university, that company, this, that, whatever, I see myself in a state, a state where I can operate on my own, where I'm just me, that the thoughts and expressions don't drag me, that I can finally be free from the expectations and that I can just do whatever I want, where I'm not becoming like a failure or becoming successful. But becoming like myself. 

Siddhartha realized this too late, chasing someone else's idea of enlightenment and stillness, while never chasing his own enlightenment until it was too late to enjoy.