All my life I had been
looking for something,
and everywhere I turned
someone tried to tell me
what it was. I accepted
their answers too,
though they were often
in contradiction and
even self-contradictory.
I was naïve. I was
looking for myself and
asking everyone except
myself questions which
I, and only I, could
answer. It took me a
long time and much
painful boomeranging of
my expectations to
achieve a realization
everyone else appears to
have been born with:
that I am nobody but
myself. Confused? So am
I :)