Mental tug of war

"I was lost the other night." He spoke quietly. 

Rachel was in the middle of scooping more ice cream into the tiny spoon when Chris spoke in a serious tone, so she dropped the cup and looked at him with attention. 

"Everyone of you seemed to know what you wanted to become after graduation. Sky and his sister already have something going for them. Noel wants to be a Coach here; Henry, a dancer; and you are just in your second year of college but have already planned to further your studies until you are qualified to become a professor. But me... I'm just... me." He looked sullen. 

"Are you kidding me?" Rachel asked in surprise. "You are Christopher Owen—"

"I don't want to be just Christopher Owen." He cut her off. He already knew he was Christopher Owen from the moment he was born. He wanted to know something else that he didn't know.