nobody but myself

Strong people know how to keep their life in order. 

Even with tears in their eyes, they still manage to say "I'm Okay" with a smile.

In many ways, I prefer my own company. It gives me time to think better.

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.  I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.  I was naïve.  I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.  It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with:
that I am nobody but myself.