The Outsider will always remain as one, no matter what he or she does. We can never fully understand each other. No. Not even ourselves. Life for some, will continue to be a never-ending struggle of search for identity and acceptance.

What do I really want? What is it that I am searching for?  Why do I continue to press on, knowing that this quest for identity will prove to be fruitless? Society will simply continue to reject me anyway, so why bother?

We, as human beings, have this innate characteristic in us to constantly desire for something out of our reach. The harder it is to grasp, the stronger our desire for it, much to our own detriment.

Ultimately, the question still stands. Who am I? What is the very thing that causes me to feel this way?