The Road Less Traveled
When I was in my late teens and early twenties I was part of a subculture of mostly young men my own age who were referred to back then as a "metalheads." We all listened to hard rock or "heavy metal" music almost exclusively. We all attended the same heavy metal concerts and generally, all wore the same kinds of jeans, shoes and black concert t-shirts when we did. We all thought we were such unique individuals. You see, we lived under the illusion that we were special even though we did everything we could to fit into a group with which we longed to be associated. Most of us live with these kinds of illusions every single day in a culture that is constantly creating them at a feverish pace. And so, far too many of us become part of a desperate and mad scramble to fit in with our chosen tribes by any means necessary. We do this, even if it means silencing our questions, blindly accepting the ...
