Originals
It is frustrating and sad that we have somehow created a world where as early as birth there are standardized expectations for what people should be like. These are not moral standards, though they come across as such if unreached. Unfortunately, these standards reach into spaces such as social fluency, knowledge content, developmental approaches, and success quantifying.
At the earliest of ages, negative labels are applied to those who are misaligned from the standards, resulting in a stifling, marginalizing, and isolating of the creative brilliances that are causing discomfort for the standard bearers and protectors. The fullness of beauty is lost to partiality.
These standardized lives were in great part birthed in the industrial revolution and its assembly lines, where the goal was and still is, mass copies in replacement of handmade and homemade originals. How has this impacted what we look for in and out of humanity and what you look for in and out of yourself?
Many cultures have become producers of “human doings” when we are meant to be human beings. Think about it; we ask, “How are you doing?” when the better question is “How are you being?” which sounds strange because we never ask it.
The expectations are faster and faster, higher and higher, longer and longer, more and more, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Human hands, hearts, and craftsmanship have been replaced with robotic arms, systems, and computers. Is all of it evil? Probably not all of it, but the larger question is, “Have we lost ourselves in the dust and smoke of activity?”
How many of us feel like we just don’t “fit in”? Do we not need a fresh breeze to blow in and clear the air so that we can find the pathway into the garden again; for God to re-breathe his life into us so that we can really be real? I don’t know about you, but a fake, or standardized me is hard to maintain, and I am just not interested anymore.
You are an original. Stop trying to be a copy.
