There are so many me’s I could have been.
So many me’s I didn’t choose.
Maybe we were all created with a telos.
Maybe our lives are left to us.
I could have been a soldier, or a drug addict,
a vagrant, a parent, or a physicist.
I especially like Physics-Me.
Physics-Me studies Astronomy and knows
about all of the parallel universes where
all of my me’s exist, and flourish, and do not.
Instead I was chosen for writing,
unable to study any specific area but able
to dream about all of these me’s
I could have been.
Might my telos be to lament my missed me’s?
Hawking says my life’s meaning is to explore
my consciousness and the universe.
It’s certainly true for him.
As a doctor I could have assisted in medical emergencies.
As a teacher I could have instructed the next generation.
As a scientist I could have prolonged lives.
As a statesman I could have helped mold society.
But as a writer, I can only relate to you and others
these thoughts I’ve had in the hope that
you might realize how infinite our options might seem.
But only one life has been written for you.
Maybe I was always supposed to write.
but at the time I always felt like I was
making choices. Maybe your life has been written.
Maybe we still have time to choose.