I am neither “normal” or “ordinary”; these words do not,
cannot apply to either you or me. We are special; extraordinary.
Combination of genetics, experience and perception;
we become our own galaxy, in a social universe.
Obey rules? Why not? Lubricates social intercourse.
As for our raison d’etre, motives; source of being:
can you fully understand why, how or when
you do things? I do not. Conformity is deeply engrained;
ruthlessly imposed. Is the real “me”, the real “you”
rough diamond like, obscured in the wreckage?
Waiting to be found, chipped at and polished
by conflict, confrontation, consultation or confusion?
History is shaped, defined in the aftermath;
peppered by fragments of self-justification and myth.
Follow your beliefs, gut feeling; take a leap of faith;
plough on regardless? Is it all the same?
Questions! Questions beget questions,
some masquerade as answers.
How quickly their form, content and focus can change.
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