“What Satan put into the heads of our remote ancestors was the idea that they could ‘be like gods’—could set up on their own as if they had created themselves—be their own masters—invent some sort of happiness for themselves outside God, apart from God. And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.
God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing” (C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity).
When we try to define ourselves by anything other than as beings created in the image of God — whether in our sexuality, prosperity, ancestry, accolades — we will eventually come to a dead end.
Nothing outside of God can truly give us identity. Nothing outside of God can give us meaningful purpose. Nothing.