The art of being an Individual

" Comrades, We must abolish the cult of the individual decisively, once and for all."
Funny the simple truth was spoken in so many words. The concept may still be new to many, only when heard though. Ofcourse most lives are lived in a manner that puts individuality to shame. Old ideas being recycled every day. Everyone experiencing a Eureka moment, that was someone else's. Thoughts being transported! I call it the 'herd mentality'. Man follows, without thinking. Acting because he is being a witness to some sort of action, never mind his own thoughts, his own ideas. He is too afraid to search his mind for them. Ofcourse they can be ridiculed by others. How dare he stand alone when everyone else is running, trying to reach nowhere? The irony of it all is, sometimes people know they are just going nowhere, and they still stay on track. Reminds me of a herd of sheep, just following each other on a bridge and then jumping off it, without thinking. I feel sorry, but only for a moment. Meeting one's end following someone? One time in life when we understand the essence of life is when we are about to die, and imagine, at that moment, you face yourself and it's not you. Not what you were meant to be, not where you had intended to be, not knowing what to do next. And you give up. Because that comes naturally to you. You see what everyone else did when they were about to die. Maybe write a will, maybe spend time with your kids or just lie in bed waiting to die.

Conformity is the end of individualism. I refuse to conform. I do not exist for others. I am, therefore I think. I have questions and I seek answers. Not the right answers, but The answers. One should be able to stand alone, if that's what is needed. Why are my thoughts slaves to the minds that have come before me? I may be labelled as selfish and arrogant. Selfish, I may be. Before one says ' I love you', one has to know the meaning of 'I'. My arrogance stops me from being a parasite, stops me from feeding on other's ideas and creating my own.

My biggest treasure, a free mind and a free spirit. Sometimes my thoughts wander to the deepest corners in my mind, unbound, out of control, influencing my actions, telling me to break free. Asking me to not accept the norm, just because it has become 'generally acceptable' As a child, I was often called a rebel and punished for the things I did. Sometimes it makes me happy to think that I did not give up delving deeper. I did not just stop thinking. I always knew I was right, relatively speaking. Making my own rules and living by them.

" I swear by my life, and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine."