All my life I had been looking 4 something, n everywhere I turned someone tried 2 tell me what it was.Hm i accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking 4 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; dat I am nobody but myself.
