Adapting to a culture means doing so in a way that allows us to be who we are, learning from others while also sharing the best of ourselves. The problem happens when we don't just try to fit into the culture, but we try to fit into a specific mold in a way that is not true to who we are.
Does expressing different parts of yourself highlight parts of your personality that normally never see the light of day? Do you feel you're releasing some pent up hidden part of you that you need to express?
As meaning provokes happiness and not the other way around, I wonder if we should not learn to just be first. Having the wisdom of feeling that already being is already an achievement. You do not have to do to deserve to be here.
Are these the only questions I can come up with? Absolutely not, but it seems they are the only ones that are socially acceptable to ask within the first five minutes of meeting someone. This drives me crazy, because the interaction is both boring and mildly irritating.
To truly exercise our most sacred ideals of "life and liberty" we must first be responsible to internally lay hold of who we are and not constantly live to appease other people's expectations or reactions of us.
As I began to grow up, I attempted to define myself -- this presence of "I" -- through endlessly collecting information. In this natural process of mental awareness inhabiting a body, I discovered a symphonic mandala of sometimes competing, sometimes complementing explanations.