Okay, I am going to ignore the fact that my head hurts right now from even trying to comprehend when Hoja and the narrator switched places or if Hoja and the narrator are even different people. I might need to reread the entire thing just to even try and get a handle on the situation. Instead, I wanted to reflect on something Evliya Chelebi says in the last chapter. He says, "But we should search for the strange and surprising in the world, not within ourselves! To search within, to think so long and hard about our own selves, would only make us unhappy. This is what happend ot the characters in my story: for this reason heroes could never tolerate being themselves, for this reason they always wanted to be someone else" (155). This insight spoke to me. It is a common truth. My mother always tells me that you can't look to others to be happy, that you have to do things for yourself, take care of yourself, to ensure your own happiness. At first I thought my mother's wisdom was being challenged. Later I realized that her argument was only being reinforced. Humans should not look to others, nor should they look within themselves. People need to experience the world on their own, to seek adventure, to create an identity for themselves in order to find happiness. Happiness is a journey, not a destination.