"Sometimes you walk the line, sometimes it walks you"

Sitting here, staring at the TV, thinking back on all the things I thought I had to say... I don't know if it's really worth it now. The later it gets into the morning, the more I rethink many of the things that have brought me to this point. Still struggling to better understand a person I have known my entire life. It almost seems that sometimes the decisions we make enable our inevitable internal cloaking. Do we discover who we really are, or do we become who we need to be in the moment? Are we products of our environment, or are we products of each environment?