What are you becoming?

Answer 1

'Where am I going? I don't quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow -- Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow -- Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by, Little ones, baby ones, over the sky. Where am I going? The shadows pass, Little ones, baby one, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You'd sail on water as blue as air, And you'd see me here in the fields and say: "Doesn't the sky look green today?" Where am I going? The high rooks call: "It's awful fun to be born at all." Where am I going? The ring-doves coo: "We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high, You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,You'd say to the wind when it took you away: "That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know. What does it matter where people go? Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow -- Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.' -A.A. Milne

Answer 2

Something wonderful.
As are any of us who are interested in simply being.

Existence is change and this universe offers possibilities for change to satisfy apetites both subtle and gross.

The performance artist, Ann Magnuson was with friends, fiddling around with an ouija board, and she asked a particular question. One on how to become the best person she could be. According to the story, the little wooden oracle spelled out the answer: "Be a god." This lead to the next question. "How?" At which point the oracle spelled out L-O-V-E.

This captures my own manner of being in a nutshell. I am becoming a god: not in the sense of a thing to be worshipped, or some super-being with real identity issues and a desperate need to be constantly coddled and fed grapes by a bevy of beautiful boys or something--but rather a self-aware participant in this universe. A god, not because of some egomaniacal quirk of psychology, but because as each day passes, as I move farther and farther into my own future, I am always more and more able to answer the one question that people tend to love asking in an existential sense: Who are you?

As I consider the answer to that question, the only answer that ever seems to capture it completely is also the simplest answer. "I am." Though with equal ease, I may answer: "I am awake."

Answer 3

I am becoming a part of a world that has been designed to be a collage of infinite complexity. In fact, I AM a part of such a world. There is a place for me, a place where I have to be for the rest of my existence and fulfil my role in this ensemble cast of the Drama of the world.

The world is a stage. And I'm becoming an actor. I was under the delusion that I was in the audience till now.

Answer 4

What am I becoming?...
What are WE becoming?...

Allow me to answer, for I am a dead man:
We are ALL dead men...

And yet, even within the violent, microscopic throes of my decay I have always had a sense, a knowing of this cold, arid truth which is met with the denials of the human masses. If you listen quietly, you can hear the bleatings of this herd echo off of the walls of the abattoir of Earth: "...we are here... we are needed... we are alive... we are not dead... we are not going to die out..."

Yes, I am a dead man --- this answer is posthumous.
You see, I have returned to this question; the same question I whispered sitting naked in the dark, oh so long ago. Yes, there are many dead madmen who ask questions in the dark... But only a few have ears keen enough to hear the Darkness answer back...

So, what has the Darkness revealed to me? What am I, this corpse, to become? What might this decaying madman will himself to be?

I'd like to tell you, but the Darkness is still speaking to me...
I'll let you know when it's finished...

[Now, Darkness, you were saying?...]

Answer 5

I'm becoming a Medical Billing Specialist!

Answer 6

I'm in good spirits. I expect that should this joyful feeling continue accelerating I'll burst into a super nova. It may be humanities good fortune that life tempers these outbursts before they become troublesome. Still, in the time before this comes to be; it's a heck of a ride!

Answer 7

Stoned

Answer 8

I am becoming a PERSON first.There is a power in me now to grasp and give shape to my world.I know that nothing can be real without me beholding it and i am growing up to these changes....This is the begining to MY BECOMING!

Answer 9

I am becoming fricking tired because I was at the Lake all day and now I am at work. I just want to take a NAP. Oh well.....work work work!

Answer 10

Cumbersome