old southern man’s advice to a young southern boy

A six-year-old boy visited his Grandpa’s cabin just off the beaten-path of the Mississippi in the fall of 53’. His Grandpa was waiting on the porch smoking. The boy was trying to find his self. His grandpa had this advice to offer …

(In slow Southern drawl with many pauses)

“My boy …

you will find your self.

I will find my self.

We will find our selves.

But there ain’t a day that don’t go by when I don’t question my self.

Who I am,

where I am,

who I am!

And I’ll have you know, it’s gonna be a long time yet for you.

But when you do find your self, the true one,

you will die.

‘Cause the search is over then.

So you best keep on a searchin’,

keep on a changin’,

don’t let it be in no rush.

But you will find your true self,

I promise you that.”