Every moment changes you slightly. Sometimes, so little it's debatable if you changed at all. Sometimes, so much it's debatable if you are even the same person you were the second before.  Every moment, a version of you dies and a version of you is born anew, the product of all the you's that came before.  In the great scheme of things, you have no control over this. You can try your very best to control your experiences, try your best to shape your next self, but it is a futile endeavour. You are only human and any control you think you have is at best an illusion.  In truth, you are the product of the world around you and you have no more control over yourself than you do anyone else. But what if you did?