Stranger in the Village

I thought this was a well written essay. It was easy to read and I could relate to him a lot. His feeling like a stranger in the village is like me feeling like a stranger in the world. At the end he says that the villagers no longer wondered about the texture of his hair or the color of his scare, but rather wondered about him and that's how he was still a stranger in the village after so long. I feel somewhat the same. People know what I look like and have spent time with me but I'm still a stranger in the world because people don't know me. I try and keep moral ethics up (respect, courtesy, consideration, etc.), but as time goes on, no one does that anymore - so in a sense I feel lost and I feel like I don't belong, and yet at the same time, I've been in this world for 24 years so people know me.