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 naive. 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.

"What Dreams May Come?", "Vanilla sky", "The Game", "Hide and seek", "Minority report"

Prison Brake

Carlos Castaneda, "A Separate Reality: Further
Conversations with Don Juan".

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.