Confirming Reality

Are we not all drawn to the pretty face in the crowd, to the jarring melodies in their voice, to the subtle gestures of fatal attraction? If we are all but made for one person, then why do we continually force ourselves into ill-fated monogamous agreements between state and a deity perhaps not even believed in, with hopes of finding complete and total satisfaction. Is it that we see the mold of the american dream as a true representative icon of happiness? We as homo sapiens seem to deny our ability to think independently. I have surmised that there truly are people incapable of forming self interests and must leech off of others. This culminating effort, pick-and-choose personality, is what slays human originality in its most naked of naked states. We are but leeches copying and burning what we learn and observe from others. We then regurgitate our newly found "interests" and proclaim them as our own possessions as part of our own essence, so to speak. Thus, by manipulating ourselves from insecure and despondent to collected and confident, we find our selves[humans] to be inherently in flux, on the quest for a metaphysical realization that no one ever truly seems to grasp. Essentially we solidify our awaiting fate, resting in a place where creativity ceases to exist all together.