“Sometimes I’d spend days trying to figure out what

“Sometimes I’d spend days trying to figure out what my life meant, or what meaning it gave. Hours lost in trances, simply wondering at the infinite possibilities that I could become, or create, or influence. Precious minutes I would stare at my reflection, only to feel lost and confused in the end. It’s been years since I asked myself who I was. Years since I questioned my emotions and actions and thoughts, all since I realized how ironic it was to be asking the person who most in the world didn’t know.