By: Zy Marquiez
December 2, 2015
“If you do not express your own original ideas, if you do not listen to your own being, you will have betrayed yourself.”
– Rollo May
In part one, we discussed how individuals groups of people often conform to particular ideas based upon what they have often learned from others rather than what they chose for themselves.
Here, we will touch upon other examples where folks conform with or without their knowledge.
In many instances one can see individuals a group of people walking down the street wearing just one color clothing. Just one. Not even two. That would be way too hard. One – *phew* – that took a lot of effort! The boundless color-wheel is the kryptonite to their monochromatic reality. The interesting part is, that many [didn’t say all mind you] of those individuals just traded one system of ideas for another.
One can definitely see that they wanted to “be different” and “stand out,” except in the process of rebelling they didn’t use their imagination to find a solution that made them happy, they just chose to wear the latest idea of rebellion conformity brought about by others. And heaven forbid if they dare use their imagination challenge the group.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, about a lifetime yonder, yours truly was friends with a variety of adolescents from different walks of life. Different nationalities, different social/wealth backgrounds, religions, the works. Although we each opted to conform in our different ways, the one way we stood out was in the make-up of our group.
Our ‘core’ group of friends was composed of a black kid, three white kids, an asian, two mexicans, two puertorican, and a Greek kid. Talk about the spice of life! We could have started one interesting restaurant.
All jest aside, at times whenever we were seen rummaging about the neighborhood, some people gawked at us like it was Satan’s children venturing out of the furnace. It was quite amusing. It was like an adolescent version of the United Nations, except without the nonsense and the drama. Unfortunately, others viewed us like we weren’t even supposed to consider such a sacrilegious undertaking. Sadly, it was them who were in the wrong. Thankfully though, our parents were very supportive of these friendships.
Those nascent friendships strengthened our resolve in this cookie-cutter world. Thankfully, none of those negative views ever strayed us away from who we truly wished to be in certain respects.
Now, getting to know folks from different races, creeds, religions, and so on, is a walk in the park for myself. Why? Because we all have seen good and bad in every one of those branches of society, and it would be highly ignorant to think that just because the minority of a particular group of people chooses to act in any detrimental way, that the majority should be cast in the same light. It is that very mentality that aids in the left/right global mind-control didactic that is often pushed onto the populace.
Back then, we would have better conversations about life, purpose and meaning, whenever we would together far more often than most adults have now. How is this known? Any real semblance of a real conversation one wishes to undertake these days is met with askance glances as if one just asked for the equation for light speed.
In any case, getting back on track, those imaginative discussions of ours were by far my favorite part of growing up, ruminating about the mysteries of life without a map, but that’s what made it beautiful. Why? Because people weren’t breathing down or necks telling us what to believe and selling us their latest version of reality. Our imagination was boundless – we played, we talked, we drew, we conquered, we went on adventures and let nothing stop us.
It was a long time before it was possible for me to run into any people that really saw reality as a breathless expanse – a blank page, a blank canvas – instead of the boring conformity-induced reality that is so prevalent today.
Years ago began finding some of these folks in the most interesting and ironic of places. Life was life, and paths converged, and new adventures began.
Gravitating to these folks was natural, like breathing. They were my brethren – comrades in arms ready to take on life in individual relentless ways that challenge your very soul. Pondering everything. Holding nothing back. They elevated my well being quite profoundly to say the least.
In any case, this post was originally meant to head in a different direction, but that didn’t feel right at the time. Gotta’ follow your instincts, right?
One thing that has become clearer to me over time is that those people that truly stand out don’t fall into systems – any systems. They just are. They let the dice roll where they may. They are each alphas. They each command their own constellations of reality in ways most couldn’t dream of. It often ends up leaving them misunderstood, because people can’t imagine things could be ‘that way’ – i.e. lack of imagination.
Still, they plow forth undeterred, for anything else for them would be selling out, not being authentic, and ultimately not living in a meaningful way. And that’s simply unacceptable.
You all have a wonderful day.
“Creativity is not the work of a few. We each carry within us the image of God the Creator; we each have the task of making the earth into a fairer, kinder place. The first step is imagining a better world, and that is most apt to happen when we suffer or look on suffering.”
– Elizabeth O’Connor