its hard to remember a time when i wasn't myself

its hard to remember a time when i wasn't myself -yet i feel like we all must have been someone before we were ourselves.. how else do we know when things just feel wrong? how else do we explain the feeling of intuition, or what about deja vu? or love. there is no guide for how to live, yet somehow life takes us down a path it seems like we were destined to be on.
how do we strive to be our ultimate self day in and day out, if we really don't know if we're capable of that? were we first created perfect and then through each lifetime we slowly began to unravel, only to reveal our core- what really makes us who we are- with all the imperfection and all the uncertainty yet it is all really beautiful. if we are only right here, right now, then why do we feel so complex? if we are only a series of molecules, then how could everything be buzzing around so fast and we feel lost in a world of motion, yet deep down there lies a feeling of contentment? a feeling that we understand the world's mysteries even though we can't put exact words to them. we understand that everything we have been given is enough- in fact, it's more than enough. it's everything.