People pull their hair out trying to find themselves. They search for years and only get little pieces here and there.
I know this because that used to be me. You could almost say I was the poster boy for lost people stuck trying to find themselves.
In my head I felt if I could just figure out who I was then maybe just maybe I could live the life that I wanted. For me everything I wanted was in the future. What I wanted was never in the present moment.
I seriously thought that there was a version of me out there somewhere in the Cosmos waiting to be found. Many times I’d feel down on myself and like something was wrong with me just because I couldn’t find myself.
Add to how our culture is and I became a lost soul. A lost soul endlessly searching for his place and for who he was.
This went on for many years. Actually up until around a week ago everything just clicked in my head.
I’ve known who I was for a while, but I still had this out of place feeling. Like I just didn’t belong and there was still more to find.
Then as I was riding down the highway everything clicked all at once. I realized that life isn’t about finding yourself because you’ll never “find” yourself.
Life is truly about creating yourself. Where I’m from there are only a few accepted roles to play. Instead of playing those roles I moved to the West and am being the person that I want to be.