I have always felt like the black sheep.

Born to a Moroccan father, raised in a Caucasian family, insanely shy as a child, yet passionately loud when intervening family fights. I could never quite figure out who I was, or who I was meant to be.

But over time, I have come to realize that we are all black sheep. Or at least designed to be. Except the majority of us just don't know how to embrace our differences, or let "that" side of ourselves be seen.

Instead, we follow the flock... blend in... and become black sheep in disguise.

We follow the rules of society and live our lives in accordance. Scared to break the mold that has been presented to our spongy little brains since the day we were born.

I'm sure some of us feel no resistance to this way of being—it may even feel right to them. But for others, like me, it causes such havoc in our lives because, internally, we are in constant resistance to the life map we are being told to follow.

It is to these people that I speak. And with these people that I share in your angst.

(May 24th, 2014)