A big part of my life is playing charades. There is a bright light behind this object, which is behind a curtain. My job is to replicate this object on paper. The challenge is my perspective keeps changing and top of that the light keeps moving so the shadows it projects keep changing. But my job remains the same. So essentially I am chasing my tail in circles. But ultimately I realize the task is futile. I can't copy something that is not me. I may have similar characteristics, similar DNA, but I am not the same as those before me. Nor should I want to be. Instead I embrace who I am, and where I come from. I don't look outward to find who I am, but I must look inward. Yeah there are bits and pieces on the outside but the true self lies on the inside. Once this is discovered and nurtured it can grow and succeed.
