why do we all try so desperately to be like someone else? to fit in? to be someone we are not? to feel sane or normal?

time is one thing we have but often we do not take the time to know ourselves, to love ourselves for who we are. if we look far enough back into time we would find there is an ancient place where we fit perfectly into. a culture all its own, unique, and different from every other.

it seems it was meant to be that way...god was not looking for one supreme culture or race or principality to connect with (that is why he destroyed the tower of babel)... he is looking for individuals, different people with different ideas to connect with.

i guess if i traced my ancestry back far enough i might realize that i was a part of a tribe that had characteristics that seep out through my pores and my actions occasionally today. everyone has a tribe, a culture but it has been lost to the desires of greed and lust for stuff... from the babylonians to the roman empire to us today believing our way is the only way when in actuality there are meant to be millions of different ways. we don't know what living is when we are expecting to find life in money and fame, articles of clothing, conquest, and football games. we experience life when we experience our true self...

and that is what i am working on