I yearn for myself, but I am only ever disappointed and have not realized why prior to this moment. There is not enough of me to make myself appealing enough to be me. Before this book, I had not realized how little of myself there actually is. I was under the impression I was full of abundance, enough to fill up years without end or unease. Instead I hold onto anecdotes, trivia, knowledge, interests, ideas and run out of things to say quickly. These...