Becoming...
In my pursuit of becoming, I became someone. That someone, who was apart from everyone. He sought in many that someone; Anyone who was not that someone brought his unbecoming -- A battleground where judgments and reactions foul-played. He thought he had become a mirror that could reflect others in him. Poor him— he remained raw and unripened, unbecame once again. Her grace won't leave him too soon through... He began again the journey of becoming. But now, knowing he is in everyone and everyone is in him, and his journey is no more becoming anyone or someone! He could only love, not judge. He could only thank, not react. He could only humble down— not claim to become or unbecome anymore...