Most people wade through life trying to fit into society which is literally the the same people. In essence, most people strive through life to be nothing. Formlessness is what we wake up to everyday.
All we therefore end up with is a masterpiece of homogeneity which is ultimately nothing. The painting is robbed of its art and diverse colour's, the rose is robbed of its beauty for it has no pattern and the landscape of it's view for their are no valleys or hills to ceate the magnificent scenery.
What we forget is that each and everyone of us is unique, specially designed to affect eternity in our own special way. We all have our unique roles to play based on the scripts we choose. The self styled and customized script is the only way to the greatest of performances.
Some of us are make up the brush tips, some of us the brush-handle, some of us the painter's talented fingers while others the brain behind the talent, all to create a masterpiece painting called life.
However, pressures in our everyday life push us towards being brushtips or fingers or handles: away from where or how we are truly supposed to be. And even the brushhairs have to move in their own unique way to create the masterstrokes that make up the masterpiece.
Trying to be like somebody else or to do things in a certain way just because it is usually done that way is the best freeway towards wasting your life because you have a role to play in life, and the only way to play it is in your own way on your own terms. That is the beauty of life.
The good thing about life is that it always gives us a chance to enter the stage and play our roles at our choosing. It is never too late or too early to put on our costumes and perform at our on pace according to our ownscripts.
Whichever script life has handed you, tear it and throw it away. Write your own, and though the audience may jeer for a time, sure as hell authenticity always triumphs.
Start walking on the sands of time at your pace with your own swagger, whatever footprints you leave will be life's masterpiece's act.(http://poetrymyway.blogspot.com)
