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.

We all know fairy tales aren’t true, but maybe we need such illusions
If the state didn’t wither away for Marx and Engels, is there really a post-statist era ahead now?
Federal budget numbers too big to comprehend? This makes it simple
Ban on saggy pants: Why do we require laws against looking foolish?
I used to ponder who I really am; today I just ask who I am for now
Tradeoffs about values leave me feeling like ‘double-minded man’
Proposals to skip rent payments are rooted in magical thinking
Zimmerman verdict is correct, but there’s no cause for celebration
The moon represents what I seek, but words are all I can offer now