It was a box. A box with many locks. And inside were wondrous treasures, sleeping - waiting, for the owner to call upon them.
These treasures change the world, how you perceive it to be, how you react.

These treasures are what make a person...?

Like an onion skin, your reactions have many layers. There are likes and dislikes. Hates and not hates. Reasons for being and reasons for doing. To believe and have faith... To choose the latter, less desirable but independent road...? Either way, as a person, there is something we abide by.

It gives direction and is affected by how others perceive it as such.

To accept these observations as your 'true belief'... Does that make you a victim to society?

We can't really fly. I know. We all know. We 'fly' through airplanes - technology. - but there is no freedom in that hunk of metal. We are fragile creatures and die easily. We can be picked off like flies.

But we very much want to fly.

We're only human. And in order to 'fly' there's a little something we need.