Are we meant to be individuals? Or are we to be some part in a greater existence? Should we remember where our roots were sown, or should we keep forward and never look back? Who are we, really, and how important are these questions?
Do successes become greater with context? The story of adversity overcome, of tenacity and grit in the face of all odds, is an appealing one. If the New York Times bestseller list is an indication of anything, at least. But where does identity lie - in the journey, or in the destination?
I've seen both ways of looking at identity. It is necessary to move forward without looking back to escape an identity we do not want to be associated with; living in a mixed-income neighborhood has shown me this. But, to never look back is to spurn those who have brought us where we are, losing important perspectives on our lives - something which can be more important than any achievement. A new perspective allows you to see things from a new light; which is sometimes all you need to see.
It is nice to think that there might be simple answers to these questions; but sometimes these questions prefer to stay unanswered. The only thing we can hope to do is look inwards and define these things for ourselves, defining ourselves in the process.