I don’t dislike America, I dislike behaving like a stereotype. I dislike having my options limited to an acceptable set. Maybe I’m headed down a path that will ultimately lead to nothing, but if I live inauthentically and play into a machine that I don’t believe in that, to me, would be worse. God isn’t dead, the old ways aren’t dead, it’s just that nobody is listening anymore. We’re far too concerned with originality to dwell on old ideas; too busy trying to make our own voices heard that we drown each other out; we’re too busy trying to carve out our own section of the world; that we forget we’d have more if shared. I’m inside and outside of the problem, I’m its cause and opposition, and it is so painful, frustrating, and pitiable to see myself and my world fall short every time.