So where is this elusive self? Who, exactly, am I? I think to find an answer is to miss the point. I think asking the question misses the point. You are who you are; you are how you behave, what you feel, and what you love. It changes daily and the closest thing to definition awarded us seems to be a hazy and dynamic outline. I'm slowly adjusting to, and learning to appreciate, the uncertainty and security that brings, oddly enough. The two do actually go together. If I am not something, I cannot be constrained by trying to fit into that something and thus am more completely myself.
I should write a self-help book.
(Jokes, friends, jokes)
But I will always be tempted to fit in somewhere. And letting go of fitting in doesn't mean I won't ever be comfortable or right for some place or someone, a good fit will simply be left to fate and more meaningful for it.
Right?
Oh, to find the balance between doing and letting things be done.
