If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.
God left so many fingerprints at the scene of creation that you wonder — does He want to be found, or does He want to be stopped?
In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.
There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.