A spiritual journey

Following my own path

YOU KNOW ALL THOSE KIDS in the mall with their tattoos, low-slung jeans, and tricolored hair? Do you notice how similar they all look to one another? Yet, ironically, I so well remember being a teenager, and the most important thing in the world was to be different—to mark out my own identity, separate from my family.

But the ironic part is that in all that effort to be original, my friends and I were more conformist than we ever realized. I remember wearing my hair just like my schoolmates (hanging in my eyes with no discernible style), wearing my sweater draped sloppily over my shoulders, just the way my girlfriends did, and talking, walking, and thinking pretty much like every other kid in my school. I guess we didn't see that in trying to discover our unique identities, we were photocopies of everyone else.

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