If you don't feel like you have roots anywhere, in anything, can you really feel like you know yourself? Or will you always feel transient and displaced? Unsure of who you are? What does it mean to be known? By yourself, by others?

And what is any of it worth without self-respect? I was sorry and then I wasn't sorry, and I think that's okay. In fact, I think it's better than okay.

"But what have I, but what have I, my friend,
To give you, what can you receive from me?"
The words that the others withhold, only,
And the hope you understand what I meant.

I still like my life.