Balance

I’ve always been good at adapting to new environments. Meeting new people and making new friends is something I’ve never had a problem with. For the most part, I’m comfortable with who I am and am not afraid to express myself. I can only attribute this ability to the fact that I moved from state to state quite frequently as an elementary school student. My dad’s job had our family moving from Minnesota to Texas, Texas to Georgia, Georgia to Massachusetts, and back to Minnesota. Because we moved so frequently, 3 times in 2 years, I had no choice but to become accustomed to new places... and quickly. As humans we thrive on progress, and one way we achieve progress is through our ability to adapt to change. Those who are unable to do this don’t progress. Of course “progress” and “change” differ in meaning from place to place, culture to culture. In America we share many freedoms, the freedom of choice. We are very much individualized in this way, as to say we as individuals have the power to create who we are through our choices. To say that such shaping of a human is purely biological... well, I don’t know. Is my genetic makeup unchangeable? Are there certain parts of my personality that can only be accredited to my genes? Or certain decisions I make based fundamentally on my biology? I’m not even knowledgeable enough in science to know the credibility of these questions, if they’re worth asking, if they’re “stupid” questions.

And although I have this seemingly good relationship with myself, it is not so. My comfort ability comes from one part of life, or one understanding of life. Were I to really engage with science on another level I don’t think I’d feel so comfortable anymore. But that science scares me, or something, is likely based on the way it can be used, or perverted, as a way to name something... to categorize something... such as the way I categorize myself against it.