Between who I am and what the world asks of me, there is a distance no words can fill. Perhaps “I” am neither what I see in the mirror, nor what others remember of me; perhaps I am simply this brief pause before I return to the world once again. Somewhere between staying and leaving, between accepting and letting go, there is a moment when a person belongs neither apart from the world, nor entirely to it. And perhaps all of life is an attempt to understand this distance.