The window seat on an evening flight from Boston to Atlanta provided me with some reflections. A combination of conversations and observations from the past month sparked this journal entry.
When you grumble about the woes of your finely picked life, the carefully sorted minutes that make you so safe and comfortable, realize that someone, somewhere, is praying for rain.
The elegantly vanilla sky as viewed from above speaks not of the disastrous rain below. Instead, of an unexpected range of finely spun water droplets. So easily sliced through. Yet so dangerous to the mere mortals beneath their cover. Effortless beauty.
As with most thing such as flavor or sock height, life boils down to perspective and preference. Your reality of 'normal' is just that - yours. Granted, it has probably been ineloquently placed upon your psyche with such a vengeance that you realize nothing else as acceptable. There is freedom in change. Freedom in finding a new point of view. So why do we all stay in our comfortable little shells of reality? Exactly. It is comfortable and we are creatures who enjoy the easy life. We dare not to stop coloring our hair for fear of the discomfort it will cause our peers - and how it will reflect upon ourselves. Selfish? I suppose so. In other ways it keeps us connected. Emotionally dependent as a society. By caring about others we in return care about ourselves. So are we truly caring about others for the sake of them? No, it is a selfish care in which we seek the reflection of another's friendship to fortify our ego.
Not to say that coloring one's hair is the the downfall of mankind. Rather, a manifestation of our endless vanity. The conflict of our self-seeking nature and communal dependency.
So create your reality. Be in the world. Be a part of it. It is up to you whether the sun is shining or not. Serve your fellow human-kind. In all your amazing and unbelievably unique selves.