I wonder who I would be.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like — what I would be like.

I wonder what I would be like if no one ever told me I had to be great.

Or really, if I had never told me I had to be great.

I wonder what I would be like if I couldn’t tell others about my life.

I wonder what I would be like if I never had the ability to see into others’ lives — for them to see into mine.

I wonder if I’d be less obsessed with what is on my resume or what my body looks like or what clothes I’m wearing or where I’m living.

I wonder what I would be like if the world had never taught me to compare and to want and to wonder.

I wonder what it would be like.

I wonder what I would be like.