There's an ignorant hubris that naturally engulfs our species with an unwavering loyalty to the patch of dirt upon which they happened to have been conceived. It's as if the country has invisible lines surrounding it. Offspring with a misguided sense of pride grow to accept those invisible lines as an indisputable reality. The individual more often than not is encouraged to develop faith in the regional deity of their conception, resenting all others who were led to sacred conclusions reinforced by the native populous of their own environments.
Culture is the soap of the mind. Local customs and traditions shackle the unique to a series of repetitious behaviors which stifle creativity in order to honor some misguided sense of familial duty that blind the youth to the infinite skyline of originality.
Family is but biology. Love requires no such prerequisite. Society instills an instinctual loyalty with no regard to reality that sometimes an asshole is just an a**hole and biological connections are simply random conclusions that pose no bearing on the near mechanical construct of social interaction.
Those who become aware of this runaway train of consciousness are the seraphim of true romance. The shining knights and selfless dames who build their bonds not of random biology but of discovered and embraced and nourishing shots of life. I struggle with and daringly reject the notion that the adventurous discoveries and flavors of life itself are to be governed by the outdated and worshiped deities blindly accepted as reality by the masses. It is these same antiquated ideas and beliefs that keep humanity separated by our webs of invisible lines because it is these same antiquated ideas and beliefs that lead us to consider ourselves different than each other. Perceiving ourselves as being different from one another, it's probably safe to say, is the main reason for most of our international conflict.
Have we let ourselves be reduced to agricultural packs of dimwitted beasts? Over what? Melanin.
The illumination of opportunity may never fall dim as long as the heart to rebel against the "because I said so" pattern of societal norms continues to exist and flourish in the bowels of the youthful and unique. Always beg the question, "why?" Never surrender to the notion that society cannot be different and that it cannot be experienced nor perceived in the limitless shades of a new light.
The path to progress is to dissolve the restraints of cultures born merely of repetition and embrace of evolution of the mind. Despite the romance of the notion, the seeds of change do not require the selfless martyr to plant, as many cultures may lead us to believe. Change begins as a tiny ember in the hearts of individuals that not just believe but know society, as a whole, has the potential to improve. With each rebellious inquiry seeking to inspire others to light their own flames, may we one day marvel at a blaze so bright we can finally see what has been right in front of us all along.
