Am I who I want to be?

There is a blog that I read once in a while called "Am I Who I Want to Be". It belongs to a friend of a friend who I have never met but I followed a link to her blog once because I was sort of intrigued by the title. I don't know the context in which she is asking the question, but it's a good question just the same isn't it? I suspect that the answer is probably the same for all of us. I'm not sure that I've ever really met anyone who is truly happy with who they are. Maybe these super contented people are out there somewhere, but I've never met them if they are. Maybe I've met people who didn't care enough to bother complaining about their life but I don't think that's the same thing. All of us have something that we want to change. We're too fat or too skinny or too tall or too short. Our noses are too big or too small and are a little bit crooked. We're too shy or we can't shut up. We're too lazy or we're workaholics. There's always something isn't there? Here's the thing though...I don't think perfection is really all that desirable a state. Don Miller has been talking for the past few years on the importance of using your life to tell a good story. I'm sure this means different things to different people, but here's what I know: the stories that resonate with me the most are full of characters that are almost always flawed and deeply conflicted in some way. This is true in film, literature, music and, most frequently, in real life. The quickest way to lose my interest is to tell me a story about somebody that I don't care about. (As an aside, this is why I hate most reality tv so much. With very few exceptions, it's people with no discernible talent living their rich people lives full of manufactured drama. It reminds me of (the criminally underrated) Mike Judge film Idiocracy where America's favorite TV show is just video of a guy getting repeatedly kicked in the groin . And believe me, it's a very short drive from "The Jersey Shore" to "Ouch! My Balls"...but I digress). I guess in the end, maybe it's OK if I'm not who I want to be yet. Maybe the struggle and the pain of getting there is what makes the story worth telling....or listening to. What do you think?