Get out the box

So I wasn’t always a child of peace and love. Even though I actually was from within, phases in my life, I totally was without. Like the time I met The Goth One, or The Conservative One. Or The Vengeful One. I buried my inner hippie and tried my hand at being dark, or conservative, and even – shocker – angry. Wow, did it ever suck. Those were experiments I’m so glad are over.

Can you imagine what it’s like to wake up every morning and be forced to curse the world and everyone and everything around you, “because the world made you that way” or “because it’s cool to be emo.” Or open your wardrobe and wear black, day in and day out, like a uniform from the days of communism, because that’s what Goths do. Isn’t that sorta like what Hitler was trying to do as well? Put people into brackets? The KKK all wore white and hoods. The Jews had bells on their arms. Or what about the Afghan women who all wear the same oversized sack? Or the too-delicate-to-mention Taliban who sport the same facial hair? Aren’t these the very groups society is trying to erase from time immemorial (which to our self-centered generation is the last 50-odd years)?

So what makes it so cool for people to work overtime to put themselves into categories (and by categories I mean everything from cults and groups to religions and nationalities, but that’s a different blog altogether)? Is it to stand out from everyone else? Or is it because they want to blend in with others like them?

Being free will allow you to do both. You will stand out for being you (it’s more than just my new-age hippie lark at work here. Science has proved that no two people are ever identical). You will also blend in because you’ll be so in-tuned with yourself and at one with the universe, that you’ll feel at home everywhere.

Going back to our emo-lot, who walk around proclaiming the world is against them, no-one gets it, I’ll pour out my emotions in dark poetry, disturbing artwork and an upside down smile till the end of time. Yeah right! What about waking up and kissing the person (or animal in my case) next to you with a huge silly grin on your face? Humming a little tune while brushing your teeth, hugging all the trees in your yard, especially the babies, who, like babies everywhere, need some extra love? Sitting on your favourite couch with a blueberry yoghurt crush, so happy that the couch continues to keep itself comfy for you, and the berries are fulfilling their purpose of strengthening you.

Wouldn’t that feel better than the routine of wakeup, grumpy... get dressed, grumpier... get to work, introverted and secretly abusing everyone around you... after-work drink with fellow unhappy souls, bitch about the unfairness of time and space, how the black hole is symbolic of our lives, how man will destroy himself for the greater good of helping Satan achieve his mission… blah blah blah. Because that’s all that it really is. Blah.

And trust me when I say blah attracts more blah.

And life attracts life.

And attraction attracts even more attraction. As does love.

To get love, you first need to feel love. To feel love, you need to be love. The minute you turn into a walking, talking, breathing personification of love (just like that red flower you passed on your way home and failed to even notice in your rush to get somewhere), you will attract it into your life in ways you’d never imagine. The sky will show you love by becoming that special shade of I-Love-You blue, the birds will be singing you a love song at least once a day if you take the time out to hear them, flowers will bloom in their prettiest colours for you, animals will wag their tails at you, people will be drawn to you like magnets, the grass will appear greener, the silence will feed your soul like never before, heck, even the stuff you’re forced to eat in your office canteen will make itself tastier for you. Because that’s the power of love. And it’s so easy to attract into your life. Kinda makes you feel sorry for Goth, Vengeful, Conservative, and all the others who just can’t get it. And this is an easy one. What will they do with the big ones such as “what should I wear tomorrow,” or “do I want pizza or pasta for dinner tonight”.

Spread the love.

M