Patterns of life

Saw this little guy in Cordoba, Spain. He's small, but how could you miss him?!

Looking at him me reflect in a later conversation about how I live my life. Do I stand out in how I live? Or do I just blend into the background?

Are my patterns of living moulded by the culture I'm in? Or are they moulded by Gods culture?

Still working this one out!

God Bless!

Sam x