[To be read in the mode of loosely-crafted spoken word.]
As an individual life begins, so is a likely pattern of existence laid out to predict the events to come.
Unrealized but realistically expected principles of chaos forge their way through the barriers of ordinary happenstances.
These become irrevocably melded into the skin and fabric of temporal dealings, where skin and fabric are parsed categorically with moral denotation.
Patterns of existence serve to induce guilt in any and all deviations of the established parameters of living.
Thereby not accounting for the unaccountable and not accounting for that which is not carefully crafted in total calculation.
All alternatives fail in this affluent arrangement, and align with alienation.
Imagine a society without patterns of behavior; little would be achieved (?).
Although those we remember most are the ones who broke with the crystalline structures.
We tell stories of original individuals, congratulate the masses, and differential between individual and society, heavy-handedly inviting everyone to break the mold while simultaneously telling them to stand in their place.
Our challenge is to find a compromise between originality and not.
We tease and craft our lives with inherent tensions.
Rather than imagine a dystopia wherein everyone is the same, imagine one in which all individuals struggle beyond reprimanded measures to be unique.
Yet, insulting phrases are “you’re just like everyone else” and “you’re so different.”
And herein lies our tension, that of being as relative to oneself (preposterous) or being relative to the perceptions we have of their perceptions of us (tormenting).
But the conclusion lays clear, we’re not at this point from a default, required mode.
This is not inherent, it’s inheriting.