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 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 that everyone else appeared to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself. So Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself... Because you were born an original, don't die a copy. //
