We’ve created rules for what’s normal and become normal ourselves. But what does being normal even mean?
We’re “normal” when we fit the rules society set up. And that society is us. Through society, we’ve limited our own spirit. Normal means ordinary. Nothing special. A nobody.
Normal people are robots doing what they’re programmed to do.
The human spirit isn’t normal. The human spirit is special. Each of us is already special at our core. We dream of being different, which is what we already are at our core. We don’t need to do anything for that. But because we’ve convinced ourselves through society - you could say society programmed us - we’re afraid to be special. We try to be normal. “Dead.” Nobodies. We’re suppressing our own spirit.
But we don’t just do this hidden aggression to ourselves. We do it to everyone around us too. We demand they be “normal.” Otherwise we easily slap labels on them - “weird,” “oddball,” and so on.
The winners are the ones who dare to be weird. The winners are the ones who let their spirit be what it is and don’t suppress it. That’s actually what’s most normal, and it’s not “dead” or nothing.
So why do we demand others be programmed like us? Why does it bother us so much when they’re not?
Obviously their actions wake something up in us. They remind us of something. Maybe the child we locked up inside ourselves. Maybe the liveliness of spirit that has no limits.