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.



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I was born to be stubborn
to be a little bit bitchy
to push people, to push myself
i was thought never to take life for granted
to live a little
to love with everything i had
to never give up
to believe in myself
but most of aLl...
__*FIGHT FOR MYSELF*__







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I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I've written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

All the mistakes I make arise from forsaking my own station and trying to see the object from another person's point of view.

"Learn to limit yourself, to content yourself with some definite thing, and some definite work; dare to be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not and to believe in your own individuality."