humanity vs. conformity

The human condition is realizing the responsibility of choice. The desire to explore our own creative abilities, individual power and authority is the impetus behind our striving to become conscious (whether we were conscious of this or not). We must remember to explore the reasons for our choices.

For instance, I keep looking at my harry legs wondering why they seem to hold some sort of key to understanding. At the very least, it offers me an opportunity to not shave and allow this summer to be about how people respond. More likely, I am offering yet another opportunity for people to wonder what the hell I have become… but that topic is for another day!

For now, I am curious why we hate someone standing apart from tradition? Why do people look at a lack of a tie or high heels with disdain… I mean, 70,000 women wind up in emergency room every year due to heel injuries. And ties are simply a noose wrapped around a man’s neck… we are all suckers in someone else’s paranoid dream of how to interact.

Why does someone looking different make us so nervous? We no longer live in a world of isolation; we see our differences daily… but why must we continue to blast people for nonconformity?!!

We’re born stars—chaotic, curious, full of color.
Then the world hands us molds.
"Here," it says,
"Fit into this box. Tuck in that light. Quiet your questions."

We march in lines, wear the uniforms,
learn the right answers to questions we never asked.
They say,
"Don’t stand out—it’s safer in the blur."
But who wrote that rule?

Conformity whispers like a lullaby,
soft, warm, familiar.
But it’s also a cage with velvet bars.

Humanity is messy.
It dances off-beat,
laughs too loud,
paints outside the lines and calls it a masterpiece.

It’s the poet in a boardroom.
The rebel with a notebook.
The soul who says “no” when everyone else nods.

Because being human isn’t about blending in—
it’s about burning bright
even when the world hands you shades of gray.