Clandestine Secrets.

When did we become so worried about individuality? The sheer number of ideas floating around the average man's mind is astounding. But how many of them are unprecedented? With six billion people in the world, how many could possibly be original? We claim to be individual in almost every aspect of our lives. We say that we have original styles, original mannerisms, original anythings and everythings.

You may have thought of something new, something not yet known to this world. But chances are, someone else in another part of the world had the same idea at the exact same time as you. And chances are they've patented it before you. Because that's all that really matters anymore when it comes to originality. It doesn't matter who thought of it first, it's who patented it first. If you happen to have the same idea or thought as someone else, and are not cognizant of the shared concept, several troubles may arise. If you voice said idea after it has already been stated by someone else, you are called a liar. A cheater. A plagiarizer. A mimic. Simply because you had the same idea. It seems that's all we are focused on anymore, individuality.

The sheer number of possibilities each day holds boggles my mind. The number of experiences I could have daily is innumerable, astonishing. And I'm here, typing a blog. We live trapped in an infinity matrix, living the same moments over and over. We see the same things and think the same things. We react the same way to each situation. Every day follows a gentle flow through a series of peaks and troughs. Each focus of every day is to get through said day, just to live another day. Occasionally, one may break out of this matrix, stepping out of their comfort zone, and they may start to do things sporadically. But what of the matrix, then? Have you not made it a habit of doings things sporadically? Of reacting differently to each situation?

I'm not saying I have all the answers, nor am I saying I know how to break out of this infinity matrix. I don't know how to force myself into seeing the potentials of each moment. But I do that it doesn't require fitting a mold. I do not need to watch what I say or do for fear of shaking things up. I have no need, nor do I want to temper my life to fit the expectations of a corrupted society.