Everyone just seems to want to find themselves these days. I can’t understand it. Why “finding” something, when it’s already there (and was from the very beginning)? How can someone be unaware of their own mind, soul, memory, and specificity? Without realizing it, people admit their selves deceived them and that they want others. While pretending that they try to find themselves, they actually look to reinvent themselves. If only their imagination would transcend the limits of their already existent selves!
P.S. There are no limits, in fact. Only in the fear of having them.

Quotables © Mishu Vass