When all the easy roads are gone

i always thought,
that i had to find myself.

that i am in such a mess,
such a hollowed husk,
because i never knew who i was.

i never knew
what i liked,
what i hated,
who i liked,
who i hated.
what i was weak in,
where my talents lie.

so i kept hunting,
kept looking for an answer.

and then,
i was thrown into the wild.
left to survive or die.

and that was when i realized,
it was never about finding oneself.
it was about CREATING oneself.

you like whatever you wanted to like,
and hated whatever you wanted to hate.

i am who i want to be,
and not who i'm supposed to be.

that, my friends,
is the answer.