Find yourself.

People spend lifetimes in search of themselves, but what they actually find is comfortable reflections of what they think they are, when in truth the self is not an object or a dimension that can be lost in space and time and be found, it is constant, infinite, demanding, it is a multifactorial nothingness and silumltaneously filled with everything, it is a mystery and as much as it stabilizes it knows the comfort zone is never a home, it considers itself homeless; see nothing stops it from roaming around cities, planets and eras of different times even if the body decides to never leave the place it was born in it refuses to attach, to latch. For when the self finally settles, the body takes it's very last breath.