Cassanova Journal #6 - Being Myself .

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. I am told to just be myself, but as much as I have practiced the impression, I am still no good at it . It hard . It takes courage to grow up and become who I'm really are . 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 . I learned that being myself is no an easy though . . .  Till now , I didn't how myself really is . Let peoples judges who I'm really is . . . .