On this ride called Life, at some point we would need to break the hearts of Pumba and Timon and listen to old monkey Rafiki if we ever hope to reclaim our place in the Pride Lands. Did I lose you for a minute back there? Now away from Lion King business, let us move on to talk of realizing who we are and what we are required to do on this floating blue ball before our bodies are no longer on the surface.
First off, no one else around your neighborhood or remotely related to you has completely the same intricate thoughts, ideas, and potentials locked in the grey matter between your ears as you do. Aha, now you see why you sometimes do not seem to make a lot of sense to folks whom you attempt to persuade in a certain line of thought. This is me letting you in on a trade secret: You are out of phase and are not on the same wavelength. If by now you are already thinking what it is with all of these flowery and extra spicy statements then my message has subtly being passed and that is : I hope you now see that I am not you and you are not me. Nonetheless, allow me to walk with you and make my best attempt at synchronizing our thoughts on the theme of Identity.
Stating the obvious, no two humans are precisely the same not even Siamese conjoined twins refusing to be separated. With this in mind, we acknowledge that our individuality must be celebrated even in the face of an overwhelming societal pressure to conform to behavioral molds. Your personality must be nurtured to distinctly stand out, shoulders high, never to be obliterated. The bane of crippled self-esteem cannot be shoved aside, and the one panacea of all times remains self-acceptance. This remedial dose of compassion and love for who one is has irrevocably proved effective.
Let me hand you an entrance permit to my mind’s laboratory and shall we conduct a mental experiment? To begin with, first look at what is written on that permit- YOU. Surprised? Well it turns out that since there is no one as You as You, I figured that is all you need to truly live your best life and be accepted anywhere. Back to my lab now. Imagine the eerie feel you would get if by tomorrow everyone looked just like you. Do spare me those your thoughts, I share your horror already. Which is more inviting: A solid color on your meal plate or a mosaic of hues? I trust you know better.
“…grab a microphone and sing out your heart on life’s stage. Only make sure to sing YOUR song”-Josiah Lere-Adams
Was this walk worth the time? I hear a muffled Yes. Conclusively, an orchestra produces those ethereal sounds that you and I savor because everyone just plays their part and the symphonic output is that universal language of the soul which we like to call music. Presumably, this has dispelled the crisis and left you with a strong identity. If so be the case, then grab a microphone and sing out your heart on life’s stage. Only make sure to sing YOUR song.