The irony of life comes from answering three questions: “who I am,” “who I thought I was,” and “who I want to be.” The contemplation of these questions can cause one to feel like three distinct people, but peace will only come, when you realize that you are not the three, and you are not even the one. If you are not careful, such thinking will lead to abject disillusionment. Peace comes when you realize that you are not static, but fluid, just a child becoming… One is never “I;” one is always “I-ing.” The “on the way” is who you are.