I don't believe you, your so serene. Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, your guiltless and free. I hope you take a piece of me with you...
Third Eye Blind - Motorcycle Drive By
I've taken to writing all over my mirror and windows again. Somehow staring into the highway which is my city garden gets me thinking a lot more than usual and if i don't get it out of me, i'd surely suffocate. Know the feeling? That really is a statement, not a question because I already know you do. Most people believe they are unique in their individualism rendering them not.
You and I are not special in our differences as 'special' is not the measuring unit for Individualism, to me anyhow. It's availability. There are certain types of people that are less common, rare even. But by far there is nothing special about it. The notion it is really is silly. So silly its amazing how common it is. I find it cute in a sad way because i am not privy to this general belief that people seem to derive pleasure from not knowing better. Better is the wrong word actually (The idea of bad and good to me is far too subjective), so not knowing better, knowing differently. Knowing differently makes you and I rarer but by far I'm not under the illusion we are special.
Heres what i think about the idea of Individualism. Nobody is unique intrinsically nor special through that selfish belief. Nobody is special by default. They become special only when we make them special to us, otherwise the rarest person in the world would just be a passing touch. Special is a decision, conscious or not.
Just a thought fleeting my selective memory while i was staring out at the garden that is the city. Also that i miss the smell of grass in the morning.