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.

AUDIO: We lose the love we need by letting imperfections scare us
Fetish for privatizing misses point; it’s having a choice that matters
When doubt wakes me at dawn, my world seems a lonely place
A culture which defines itself by consumption has lost its values
Food addiction means you’re missing something important that you need
Sometimes we don’t really notice perfect match ’til it’s far too late
What’s the best word for those of us who just want to be left alone?
Serenity is seeing all sides of life, choosing to continue the journey