clueless repitition

Some days I can look at myself and be perfectly content with who I am, then others I can pick out a myriad of flaws. I have recently realized I constantly try to find myself in things, people, hobbies that serve me no good in the end. I have no clue what I’m trying to find exactly but it’s as I’m searching for that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. However, with every rainbow I stumble upon there’s nothing waiting for me on the other end.