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, "Battle Royal"~