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 to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.