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 of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with. That I am nobody but my self. I think of life now as a play that I've written for myself, and my purpose is to have fun playing my part.
