Its been a while since I have posted something. Today as I was writing my exam a thought flushed into my head. I needed to know the answer to a question when my mind started to wonder around the exam hall... Head faced down, one with the paper, pens flowing like something was making sense...
Ow well, I thought about how we fight being so normal so hard. We love sticking out like sore thumbs forcing people to accept our uniqueness. Whoever said we needed to be different? Whoever said we needed gay people? Lesbians? Black, Coloured, Asian? Whoever said we ad to be different.
We have taken the definition of the word UNIQUE to a whole new level. According to the Oxford Dictionary unique is being the only one of its kind; unlike anything else. As people we are all the same just with not so similar features. We are different. But our 'different' has become a new word of which I can not find a meaning for...
Why do I force to be so different, why must I change my walks because I want to be noticed. Why must I speak like I have a lemon in my mouth just because I want to sound porch. Why must we all want to do things differently..? Whoever said simple was boring, not fun enough or even entertaining. Whoever said this person you are trying to be now is better than the person you were destined to be?
I used to be this open minded person- accepted that I will find gays and lesbians around, big, fat and thin people. I have always seen it as a test that God wants us all to accept people for who they are. For what they do and what they give. I have always used my acceptance recklessly. I have loved for having not been loved back because I knew it was what my Father in Heaven would have me do.
Whoever said being different meant; changing my sexuality, hair colour, piercing my body and all other things we do to destroy the persons we are truly are?
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