Rising above…

I was born crying like all other millions and billions of babies ever born. I grew up fighting, biting, falling and studying, like everyone else. Yet, I somehow feel different from the rest of them. Life is a wonderful thing. It gives each and every person ever born, a unique experience. Nuances here and there…

Yet, most of the people sterotype themselves after they reach a certain age/time in life. Life wants them to have different experiences than that of the neighbor. Yet, the human mind tells them to have exactly what their neighbor has. Life wants them to be varied and diverse (in thinking)…but the human mind tells them to constrict themselves into narrow mindsets drawn by religion, culture and elders.

I look around everyday and find stereotypes. Stereotypes want to buy a house, bigger (or same) than that of the neighbor, buy a better car if not the same, have a bank balance that resonates more than the neighbors and so on and so forth. There ends their thinking. There ends love and passion. There ends the variety that life gave them. There ends all the uniqueness and glorification of a beautiful life.

Material objects don’t mean a thing. Yes, they are necessary to give you peace of mind. They are essential to give you the freedom to do things
you want to do. But as Brad Pitt says in fight club – “the things you own end up owning you”….

My spirit wanders freely. I have taken upon huge tasks and they don’t seem a burden. They look more like challenges. Challenges to rise above
normalcy. Challenges that make me a better person and add value to my life’s experiences. And yes, in spite of all this, my spirit wanders freely.

Life is good!