I wasn't given a choice to be borne in a world full of misery and greed, was I? A world where you matter less when you are not first, well-endowed, and well-informed enough. The definable nature of contentment is by far the contradicting brim of lack. It is my inherent nature to want to satisfy the unsatisfiable empty slots of my being. On the bright side of things there is love. Love all, love you. I love me enough to know I deserve a life of elegance. I can't hold on to traditions that limit my reach and urge to soar beyond the expected norms created by man, and faith in things justifiable by ancient stories. Don't get me wrong, I am not an outlaw. It is my inevitable human nature to learn and improve. If a certain way of life is what I feel suits me then what is wrong in embracing it? The fortifying wall of culture is sometimes an impedement for change and a syndrome for fear of the unknown to come. It is not about erasing a part of me but evolving. Yes, it gives us all belonging, defines a larger part of the centre of our existence, but it shouldn't either be the reason we defy change. At some point, we all just trying to evade the shame that comes from primitivism.