My parents were fond of the expression "do as I say and not as I do", which they expressed without any trace of irony. The hypocracy that was embedded into their belief system made questioning their authority incredibly easy, noble, even. As with everything, words enforce their powerful prejudices on our thinking. Say "rugged individualist" and you speak about someone of high principles and moral character, but say "non-conformist" and suddenly that person's a "troublemaker" and "subversive", words used to denote someone of dubious morality. We admire "rebels" while abhorring sedition.
Long ago I threw away the playbook of conventional conduct and started the adventure in hedonism, eccentricity and anarchy I call my life with a gleeful zest and sense of purpose. And despite being very much a social creature, I've rarely taken the opinions of others (most particularly strangers) into account when plotting my path. Re-inventing the wheel every time you need one is not for the faint of heart, and I've never really believed in using a safety-net. The biggest payouts come from taking the biggest risks, and I've certainly had my fair share of bumps and bruises along the way. I cannot imagine a time when I'll ever stop seeking challenges.
Personally I'm not big on the word "morality": it's the province of organized religion, for which I have no time at all. But my actions are informed by a code of ethics which are the backbone of my existence. I make no pretense that this code of ethics is transferable to others; many would probably find it lacking in some key areas and overly harsh in others (most of my goals and standards are rather lofty). Because I base my principles on experience rather than faith or presumption, I find ready-made, preconceived notions of "morality" simplistic and facile. But because they are based on experience and personal observation, they evolve as I do. And I am becoming increasingly relativistic and pragmatic as I get older: most of my idealism became too cumbersome and needed to be ditched along the way.
But some things, the core tenets of my ethical framework, have remained and been enhanced by some of the odd twists in my fate. I am dismayed by the increase in materialism I've seen over the last 35 years. Reason and intellectualism have been swamped in a fetid flood of emotionalism, chest-beating jingoism and a horrifying level of incuriosity that extends across our entire culture which seems more comfortable with reliance on clichés than thoughtful discourse. As a society, we seem more preoccupied with things (and their acquisition) and political posturing than people and making lives more meaningful, convenient and comfortable. To me, this is an egregious sin, a crime against humanity.