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.