We spend our lives trying to figure out who we are, and by the end, wonder whom we might have been. Should I be a mason or a poet? Why do I worry what others think of me? Am I honorable? What if sometimes I’m not? And as the writer Lillian Hellman once suggested, why did I leave so much of me unfinished?
We have so much doubt that we cling to what we have been told who we are, by the people who...