Do you ever feel like life is the be all to end all? Or that it is supossed to be? Like every moment could be your defining moment, and then isn't. Do we even have one moment that sets the tone for everything that follows?

What am I? Who am I?

Someone told me recently that all she ever was, was a mother. Nothing more, nothing less. Isn't that enough? Shouldn't it be?  ¶ 9:56 PM