identity

funny. 
there's a subtle, unnoticed, delicate, perfectly and botheringly carefully stringed web of intertwined matter simply called nature.
one cant say what flowers are made from, of where the winds come from, or how the ocean stays put. 

one can however choose to stand in a position that permits the penetrating of one's intelligence, a craving of one's indulgence, a christening of one's understanding, a corroding of one's folly to the point where you discover the negligence you've suffered as a result of your unwillingness to comprehend the fact that the power of identity lies in the discovery of identity and the depth of understanding one has pertaining to your purpose and mission as regards this phase of your transition.

i suggest you get off your back and into your zone. affect your generation a little.