Don’t mistake the crowd for the truth; failing to fit in does not mean you’re broken.
Your horizons might extend further than your neighbour’s, your colleague’s, your friend’s; trust in your own eyes, let others trust in theirs.
With deference to Hamlet, might I add: there is also nothing either right or wrong, but truth to one’s self makes it so.
The greatest gift you can give another is a piece of your deepest self.
Not your time. Not your money; but something more precious still.
Is it understanding, or compassion, or attention that you offer? Is there a word bringing these together?
That piece you offer freely, that is the gift. You offer without reservation. You say ‘Do with it as you will’, though, of course, you hope and trust the other treads lightly.
And that’s the risk you take…
…and the pain you can inflict.
Set me adrift in the blackness,
Let me spin aimlessly like a homeless globe,
Traversing endless light-years without bearing.
Release me to the void.
To the black velvety comfort of a lightless horizon.
I see. I hear.
A selfish bastard denying the world. One final cowardly display of spite.
I spit at thee and shut up my eyes and ears to all thy photons and surfaces and waves.
You – life animate and inanimate – force me to understand; you squeeze my head until it pops.
And I say NO! NO MORE!
I do not understand. I do not see it. I do not hear it. I am dumb and selfish; dumb for not seeing, selfish for not wanting to see.
It makes no sense! And I know!
I am absurd and I can’t help it!
I feel the dark beckoning, offering infinitely more promise, more hope, more strength, than your cold, demanding, rational chaos.
I am selfish. I see. I hear.
Now release me, let me drop, so that I may go spinning, aimlessly, optimistically, through the blackest void.
Here’s an experiment. Tomorrow, before entering the world, wear your hair a different way. Don socks that don’t match. When asked ‘how are you?’, don’t lie. Frown.
When the queen walks in, remain seated.
Be honest. Be yourself tomorrow.
Unless you are infinitely agreeable, unless your hair looks equally good parted, unless you are God, prepare yourself.
Prepare for the onslaught of thinly veiled snideness, disapproval, disdain; prepare for unsolicited opinions, for rolled eyes, for mockery; prepare for all the tools at society’s disposal to keep you in line. To hammer you to conformity.
You’re a glass half empty kind of person? You best have them walkin’ papers signed and stamped!
DO NOT ROCK THE BOAT!
You got that?
And always, always remember: FOLLOW THE CROWD.
I dare you: wear your hair differently tomorrow.
I’d rather fail a thousand times, before succeeding at something I despise.