Conform to live. Live to defy

You shall conform to societal norms.

You shall not defy the rules set forth for the betterment of your life and society.

Those statements only push me to rebel.

But why do we conform? Is it because we're constantly searching for consensus from our family, peers and groups? Does it fulfil a sense of connectedness that is necessary for our existence?

I always wondered why we had to conform to the norms of society yet were taught in an environment that calls for individualism.

Just a thought...

Comments

Illustrating the Thoughts of a Depressed Mind

It was a cold night. The full moon shone brightly, its soft rays gleaming through the silky white curtains that swayed gently and quietly from side to side. The room had turned into a gallery of silhouettes, with soft shadows embellishing its floor and walls. The human brain is in constant search of amusement, acknowledgement and consolation from the world around. She had no other place but that room to seek all the amusement, acknowledgment and consolation she needed to survive. Oh, how the long hours of night can turn into an entrapment for the sleepless and the forlorn. As she lay unsleeping in bed, her eyes wandered around the silhouettes and shadows, desperately looking for a pattern that could distract her disheartened mind. That was her wishful thinking, which the world seems to conspire against day in, day out. Every evening she would go home and undress herself, remembering to take off the pseudo façade she only wore outside the house. She wasn’t an artist of any sor...

But Everyone Else Is...

I just turned 26. A year ago I used to shun every possible family conversation that would end in the question "don't you think it's time you got married?" It was mostly my mother and grandmother who would deliberately open the subject in my every presence at family gatherings, grousing about me getting older and musing over stories of family and friends who were my age and had started their own families - some who have even had a child or two! I used to give them that cold look of mine and tell them I'm too busy building a career and that I still haven't found Mr. Perfect. That, I used to truly believe in. Even with my colleagues and friends getting engaged and married, I still had a firm belief in my fairytale that was going to arrive sometime soon. The feeling of me wanting to get married had never crossed my mind. At weddings, I would never even bother to line up for the toss of the bridal bouquet. There was always ample time for me to wait for my prince ...

A Desolate Heart

In the luring midnight gust A restive being heaves a sigh A sigh of love, a sigh of lust Bereavement seeming too well-nigh Bereavement needed much to-night And by the break of dawn ‘tis right To mourn the hours of the night That held that being captive of A heart so fond yet desolate!

Ludicrous Mind Ramblings

Search This Blog