Though our surroundings are
bannered with slogans of freedom and choice, it's the American way to conform. Starting in grade school, being hard to
predict and categorize brings suspicion, teasing, and incorrect answers on
standardized assessments. As adults, recess and bubble tests are replaced with
other settings and measures equally intolerant of our idiosyncrasies.
Thankfully―necessarily―there remain boldly unusual
characters who maintain and unapologetically celebrate their difference.
Standout souls too rare to care about the heckler's ridicule. Defiers of the
status quo.
If not for our imagination, what
makes us human?
I'm not sure what this arbitrary
image from my headspace is, but that's the purpose of a blank canvas: to invite
originality. Sometimes a new idea gains meaningful traction and becomes usable.
Other times it turns out an impractical novelty and just fades away like a
contrail to nowhere. Regardless, the
creative act has value because it's a thrill in itself, and propels further
creativity and eventual change. Without
it, we lap a tired, redundant track.
Damn
it!
>: - / >
+watermark.jpg){kind=spacer}