Roses are blue, the grass is green, the sky is, well, blue, and excuse me, but roses are died blue, not naturally colored so, and the basic color would be red, and I don’t like them. It’s like the box, and you’re the one in it. No matter how hard you try to creep your way out by breaking the lid, or the edges or the walls, it just won’t budge. It’s like there’s this supernatural force, this other worldly energy that keeps you from coming out and making your statement. From time to time, you creep out almost fully, but then get sucked right back in to find yourself in the same place.
You feel trapped, and no one can give you a hand to lift you up and out of that box, because no one has gotten out either. So, what’s the solution, you ask. How can you get out and stop being defined by what others try to define you as? You’re either like your dad’s side of the family, or you’re like your mom’s side, or you’re like your siblings, or some random cousin, aunt, or uncle, or you just really act like grand…. Get the picture? You’re never you. You can’t ever be you.
This is ludicrous. You will always be boxed for the same reason people are too scared to start anything over again. It’s just too scary not to name you something familiar. It’s too far fetched to think that you can be just you, apart from anyone and anything, solely defined, and perfectly functioning, just you. Is that too much to ask? Yes! How dare you even try?
And you know why? For the same reason everything else is defined in the same manner. Things change, technology changes everything, and you, the human you, stay the same. You’re not evolutionary. You have not evolved and you’re definitely not part of the evolutionary process. That’s just for people you hear about, but never see… never for you.
What should you do then? You should just stay in your box and frolick in the dirt of your existence. Never let anything original come out from you; and if it does, crawl back in and make yourself invisible because your original is just too weird.
Well, I say, the hell with that. Come out of the box, break your box, and never even think about going back. Make your dreams reality and if you get followers, leave them behind, because no one should follow you. They should lead their own lives. If you round up people behind you who want to follow you and worship you, then you’re nothing but a prophet.
And I wonder what this world would be like if we emphesized the human instead of worshipping the super human. This is who you are, a human being. It can’t get any better than this. If you don’t even get that, you’ll never get this life, and frankly my dear, you don’t deserve to be human. That position is for those who can comprehend the mission and embrace it.
Roses are red, the grass is green, the sky is blue, and you’ll alwyas be you.