Myself

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 naive. I was looking for my self and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging to my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.