Looking back on my teenage and early twenties years, I realized I spent a large portion of my life on autopilot, like a zombie, or rather on someone else’s version of how I should live. These various versions took the form of whispering voices from family and friends, media celebs and personas, and music (rap) lyrics that constantly fed my subconscious and directly influenced my consciousness. — If you ask me, I still don’t remember much about what I was doing during these years, but I’m certain I was having a good time. Time, as they say, flies when you’re having fun, and when it does, only memories remain. …