I used to laugh at the people who were "looking for themselves." Then I got lost. I got lost in thinking that I should want the same things as others. Or, perhaps that I had to prove to everyone, or maybe myself, that I could be as good or better than the next.
But in the silence. On my own. I question my actions. I cannot answer.
Finding home is not easy. I look for it in others, but finding home is within.
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