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As far as I know the Jungian concept if individuation, or discovering who you "really are", is an on-going process that may not even come to fruition for the vast majority of individuals. I think that it helps to read Jung (just so the process can be recognized), as well as to have the life circumstances that allow you to mature. A lot of people find themselves in lives, sometimes through little fault of their own but rather as a function of both economic situations and their surrounding social environment, that tend to stunt or slow the maturation process.
I'm in my later thirties and, i suppose, that starting in my early thirties I began realizing significant differences between my own core personality and the majority of individuals whom I meet. Before, I suppose that I assumed that other people generally held many of the same behavioral values that I did and that people who were highly divergent were the exception. Of course, this was naive rationalizing. Acknowledging how these personality traits set me apart as an individual while not expecting others to be like me, I suppose, is symptomatic of realizing "who I am".
It's an ever evolving process but having kids was when I really got to know myself very well in a very short period of time and really understand myself much better. Kids bring out the best and worst in parents which really lets those true colors shine through, good and bad.
As I approach 60, it is clear that I was not intended to have any impact on society.
I am one of the 10% of the population with no special aptitudes or gifts.
Learning disabilities, toxic friendships, cruel bullies, endless and varied academic distractions in and out of the classroom, poor decisions, misunderstandings, and hundreds, if not thousands of sequential, interwoven events and synchronicities, have marked my bizarre existence.
It was roughly at age 22 when I came to realize that I was only human in form, but otherwise an alien with emotions and circumstances unparalleled among humanity.
Nearly 38 years later, the forces of nature are still playing their games, violating the laws of averages, and continuing with their statistical anomalies.
The resulting frustrations stemming from the above have defeated me thus far, but I still try to have glimmers of hope.
Fortunately, I had the wisdom to never date or develop relationships. I knew enough not to bring others into my world.
On the positive side, I love life and will never give up. I have not totally succumbed to nature's obvious and persistent plans for my failure and I am still extremely thankful nature has so far kept me safe from personal disaster and ruin.
I am grateful that I am not suicidal, blind, deaf, mentally retarded, criminally insane, or a psychopath.
i am thankful I was never in jail or a mental ward.
i am thankful I do not have a terminal illness.
I am thankful for years of unearned financially resources so I am not homeless
I am grateful I have a kind soul, and appreciate the beauty of life.
I had thought about writing a book, but it would not have legs to stand on, and thus never published.
It's a process, a journey that is never completed.
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