do we ever arrive?

Some days—sometimes most days—this is how I feel. A silhouette of someone I once was, or someone I wish I was. I’m constantly growing and learning and trying to be a better version of who I am. And sometimes I lose myself entirely in the process. A blurred mass of gray matter. Forever processing things but never arriving somewhere. Processing but never fully accepting who I am. But growth is good, is it not? But will it ever be enough? Do we ever arrive? And if we don’t ever stop growing, when will I rest? Can growing and resting exist simultaneously?