We are surrounded by people, six billion to be exact and counting. And with those people come challenges. Each one thinks that his way is right and most everyone else is wrong. Which can lead to frustration. As humans we tend to lead lives that are copies. Instead of trying to take our own path we seem to follow the same road as everyone else. Religion is passed down from each generation without thought and to question, well, it is considered sacrilegious or worse. Whatever the next fashion fad is most want that new look. And yet, we're afraid to wander from the path to individuality. What if a 54 year old woman wanted to wear flowers in her hair? And I do. People would point at her and say that she is foolish. Or whatever it is that we want to do so that we can speak out our uniqueness to the world. We were not created on an assembly line. So, why then should we live like we were made in a factory?
I recently came across a poem that Rumi wrote which touched my soul: For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. The Rumi Collection by Helminski