I was 58 before finally beginning to learn some of the deepest realities about myself, and accepting the actual facts about myself (rather than continuing to flounder within whatever else, including trying to "become" one thing or another) has been foundational for coming up with workable day-to-day attitudes and actions within a world I had never understood. I still do not know for certain exactly who or what is beneath the skin I see in the mirror, but then neither do I any longer believe eventually leaving a statue behind for others to visit and view would make any difference today.