stripped of all the layers

I find myself stripped of all the layers. My culture proved itself ancient and close-minded, my religion has shown its numbing effect on people's lives, my glorified vision of love has collapsed under the reality of our both imperfections, my nerve-wrecking strive for constant unquestionable goodness lays in ashes (where it belongs). As far as all my previous believes are concerned I am no one, and thus I have to find and build everything anew. In a way I am welcoming the clean page in my life. Something new is growing in our lives. Ashes enrich the soil and new stronger saplings are springing out of the burned past.