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.
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