i am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying. 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.
Let the world know you as you are,
not as you think you should be,
because sooner or later,
if you a