dir="ltr" style="text-align: left">The whole my past life I had been looking for something and everywhere I turned someone tried to let know me what it was. I received their answers too; however they were often in disagreement and even self- disagreement. I was immature. I was looking for myself and asking everyone apart from me 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.