He was trying to discover himself. Or maybe it was re-discover himself. He didn’t know anymore. It all seemed a jumble of trial and error; a lifetime of shifting gears. Now, as he looked in the mirror he wondered who he actually was. Was he what the world saw or was there something buried deep within that was fighting to get out and was it something new or had it always been there and he didn’t realize it?
No, he decided as he got ready for another day, better to simply let his life play itself out and see where each day led him. Better than the anguish of looking inward in the hope of finding that one piece of information that would give him the key to end his torment. Someone once told him to stop looking so hard; he might not like what he found. Maybe they were right.