I never wanted to be a rebel. I didn’t want to oppose the established order of my culture. In fact, I was raised to be a conformist.
My teachers taught me the same myths which you probably learned as a child. My country was great. Our leaders were wise. Right would prevail, because my culture stood for all that was good in the world.
Preachers and parents taught me to obey authority. They taught me to obey the rules I was given. I wasn’t taught to think for myself. I was taught to obey without question. I was trained to be a cog in a very large and well-oiled machine — one which would bring me happiness and prosperity one day.
I was happy with that picture. The world made sense to me. I had my place as a part of that culture. I would be a leader and I would one day do great things to help build the society which I had been taught to love.
But an honest man can’t close his eyes to what he’s seen. Even though it’s not convenient for me, I’ve become a rebel against a culture which binds us with hidden chains and which is leading most of us to spiritual death.

Hearing what your gut whispers might save you from wrong path
I’m drawn to tales of brokenness, rescue and ultimate redemption
Sudden realization of hunger for taste of kindred soul is killing me
Can a free society tolerate intrusions into details of ‘The Lives of Others’?
Time is the most unrelenting enemy that any of us will face
Liberal NPR, PBS? Why should tax money pay to influence culture?
How do you suppose invention of ‘truth machine’ would affect you?
Forget your partner’s best traits; worst traits predict your future
Ethnic Indian wins Miss America? Who cares? Bigots seem upset