Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Nobody but 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 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.  
~Ralph Ellison~