I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Many people, myself included, spend massive amounts of their personal time trying to figure out who they are. No longer do I wish to know. I don’t want to have a clue who I am, then I’ll have nothing to guide, nothing to live up to. No limits and no disappointments. Happy with naivete.

I don’t agree completely with what I’ve just said, but I do find merit now in not trying to figure yourself out. It seems like a waste of time. Just be who you are and let other people figure out who you are. It’s their opinion that will determine how you’re perceived anyway.