It seems life got the better of me, keeping me at bay all this time. An unfair amount of work (tests, projects, and homework), coupled with an excessive dose of laziness, has put my blogging on hiatus thus far.
But I say, No more! No longer will I let my creativity fall prey to procrastination...
So here I am... I was just thinking about the Motivational (Or demotivational, depending on how you want to look at it) poster in Barney Stinson's office (How I Met Your Mother):
It's difficult to deny the truth in this statement. We live in a world that craves uniformity, but in a society that embraces uniqueness.
"Conformity, It's the one who is different that gets left out in the cold."
So on which face does the coin land? How do we live our lives? Do we try to fit in with our fellows by being the same as them, conforming to social norms. Do we dare to be different, shun the predefined cages and walk on the unbeaten path. Or, do we try to balance the coin on its side, and search for that line between robot and alien.
What it all boils down to is, "What do you want?"
Do you want to be noticed, be free, be yourself and all that jargon? Or do you want to play it safe and ensure that you have acquaintances, if not friends, at the cost of some of yourself, some of what makes you, you?
The fundamental difference between the two is that the life of a non-conformist, is a life of continuous risk, where the possibility of being alone and friendless is always on the horizon. But those who bear the risk, are either shunned by society or exalted. Whereas, the conformist is one who caves in to one's fear of being an outcast and masks one's self behind the characteristics of someone else or a group, sacrificing one's identity in order to almost guarantee acceptance.
The choice is your's. I, personally, admire those brave few, willing to take the risk and live their own lives, avoiding the shadows of others.
Ask me whether I'm an alien or a robot. I suppose I'm an Alien Cyborg... probably sent from the future too.
