My identity... is found...
when I drive this car...
when I walk into this apartment...
when I listen to this music, read these books, wear these clothes, work this job, take up these hobbies, and act these certain ways.
Must I be so validated by a jury of peers? Must I be so validated by myself?

How brilliant it would be to live in the wilderness... with nothing but the clothes on your back. How amazing it would be actually having to live..just to survive... to truly become connected with the earth... to live with her... take care of her... because she takes care of you. O' how you might truly find your identity... O' how you might really know yourself. The setting of the wilderness telling you the character you are and the story that is being told. Certainly there would be no finding your identity in possessions, trends, or knowledge... only the task to live, survive, and enjoy another day. How could you not meet the Creator while living in and with all His created... Him telling you who you are each day you get by... each day you truly live the life you were meant for.