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What are you waiting for?
Who are you to guess? Who are you to assume? Who are you to say that you know me? You don’t know what its like to be me. You don’t know what I see, what I feel, what I hear, what I think. The mere concept of your ability to understand my situation is simply absurd. My life is mine. The day is mine. This moment is mine. Should I choose to share it with you? And even if I do, will it ever truly be ours? Can two exact thoughts ever simultaneously co-exist? Are they one and the same? Could they ever be?
You look at me and see what you want to see; what you are trained to see. You haven’t been to school to learn this. No one ever gave you private tutelage on what it is that you’re looking at. Life has trained you without your knowing…without your consent. You spark ideas in your head, which become thoughts and then spread like a wildfire through your mind to become fully tangible concepts. This isn’t enough, however, you then proceed to take these shapes and whittle them down, dropping a detail here, shaving off a spur of individuality there, until you have, sitting in front of you, a neatly polished piece of material that fits snuggly into one of your many pre-programmed, pre-conceived notion boxes. Then what? What comes next? You’ve taken this awe-inspiring pinnacle of individuality and smashed it down. You’ve taken all that makes it beautiful, rare and unique and rendered it into a meaningless, run of the mill, cookie cutter piece of existence. You’ve deprived it of all the splendor that made it what it once was…original…free…one.
Never will this be allowed to happen to me. You can go right ahead. Make your molds. Stack you neatly aligned cubbyholes of being. Try your best, my friends. You’ll never be able to contain me. I will break the very formatting of your mind. Never will I conform. Never will I be what you want me to be. You can go on and perceive me as you will, but know this. Every time you try and find a place for me to fit. Every time you try and label me. Every time you try and mold me to adhere to your standards, it will be a fruitless attempt. I will surprise you. I will break your bonds. I will always be one step ahead of you.
You might ask your self why? It is quite simple. I am an individual. I will never be a mindless automaton that follows your will. Nothing will ever change me unless it is because I choose to change. My life will be led as I see fit, as I deem necessary, as I want it. I am who I am…I am one.
