Defining Grace

Author's Note: All characters are the age of adulthood (18 years) or older.
I am taking on my lifelong challenge. A problem that has plagued me for it seems all of my years, which I must agree has not been a great many years, but that is of little help to me. Does everyone else know who they are in this life?
I feel like I am the only one who needs to question everything, things my friends have never asked themselves I am sure. For the few times I have asked even nonchalantly the response that I get is a laugh or a look of confusion along with “you are so silly, or weird, or strange”. They all think they know who I am. Somehow I find this sickly amusing; since I don’t know this about myself.

Questions without answers, keep taunting me.
Including where do I turn for some clarity?
More problems and questions than a math book, some have said;
usually followed with a placating “settle down Red”.
A journey of discovery, some may say, is for freaks.
These same wise souls also say “Tread carefully, Miss.
What happens when you find what you think you seek?’
I do not know, just another question to add to the list I guess.
To start with now I will turn to you.
You will help me sort this through, won’t you?