Black Sheep, White Sheep, All the Right Sheep

I am made in the Image of the Big Guy they say, and I am not questioning that fact. Although, for a long time now, I have felt the complexes of being the underperforming child of a brilliant parent.

I should have made it big by now! I should have invented that super gadget that changed the history of the world! Learnt to teleport ! I should have mastered telepathy at least!? The last 9 years were supposed to be different. I was to be Popular, Rich and Famous by now!

Wait! WAKE UP CALL ... Aren't you all of that already?

Well alright, let me rephrase - I am more Popular, Richer and more Famous than I was, but not as much as I imagined in my head. The bright side though, my journey hasn't ended yet. Being popular, rich and famous however doesn’t matter anymore. I have wandered away from the herd. I am on a path to find me.

The non conformist is born, not because he wants to be different, but because conforming does not make sense anymore, because he realizes he does not know how to conform.

From my side of the fence, I believe it’s easy to conform. The herd works well with the set rules – Sit, stand, baa, bleat, bull. You program once and program well, you now have a herd that will work by the program, no questions asked for many generations to come.

Contrary to popular belief, being a Non conformist is a difficult task. When one strays from the norm of the herd, there are no points of reference, no road signs, no data...most importantly no one there when you look over your shoulder, to nudge you and tell that everything will be fine.

You either follow the system or get branded as the one who will never succeed and branded you will remain until you don’t find your personal herd that will follow you blindly off the cliff without a bleat!

While you learn to have faith (almost blind that!) in the Big guy, in yourself and the infamous gut, you are left with only yourself to follow. This is a lonely road. So you wander, and wander some more hoping to impress, with some radical, with some charm, with a promise of a land so perfect, so far away.

Here begins another vicious cycle. The non- conformist creates an army of conformists. Some water under the bridge, the faith in real has turned into slavery; mind restricted by rules, objective a blur. Zero maintenance. The assembly line is working like a dream. No one questions anymore, no one feels. Repeatability and Reproducibility is the name of the game.

There is always a herd out there that will provide you with the security blanket and accept you as their own. This, till your anomalies act up and then you’re on your own once again akin the pied piper leading little children and Rats down the cliff, and some nicer places.

An anomaly,that's what I've become. A world running at break neck speed. Emergency brakes. Collisions. I have survived the crash. Now to cruise along in my power saver mode, taking life as it comes. No more screeches in my head, no more rusty wheels. Happy times.

A system can only survive when the constants overpower the dynamics. This system of the blinded herds is on the verge of a collapse. The so called “anomalies” are increasing everyday. This time will go down in history, as the time when the will to live free was larger than the safety of a security blanket. A time, when large masses chose to be happy, and took responsibility for their own personal happiness and it didn't matter whether you were Red, Black or a Blue Sheep, for you were happy being just that. The time has come.