The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. William Arthur Ward When I think of people finding themselves, I think of the hippies of the 60's and 70's eschewing all responsibility as they undergo their personal walkabout quests. The journey seemed to me such a selfish and self-centered way to look at life. Moreover, I thought, what happens when they find themselves. What then? I never really understood the point.