The lesser myth

From time to time, I’ve told myself a story:
that I’m a lesser version of what I could have been.

That I’ve somehow betrayed an optimal version of myself —
if only I had been more organized, more focused, more disciplined.

But that version doesn’t exist.

It’s a kind of fairy tale.

There’s no perfect path we failed to follow —
only the one we did.

And at any moment, this is the only version of us there is.