This evening I caught up with one of my closest friends, and a new friend, for beers, banter and a little bit of business (but mainly beers). After our conversations I reflected back on a beautiful piece of writing I read today, written by aforementioned close friend - and it got me thinking. Why do we conform to societal norms? I was so disgruntled/motivated by my thoughts that I literally scribbled them down on a piece of note-paper I had lying around.
For those reading along at home, there's next to no way of deciphering said scribbles, so I've translated them for you.
Why do we need to 'escape' the weekly grind? Why isn't our weekly grind one of purposeful existence? It's amazing how fear rules our lives - the fear to quit our mundane, mind numbing jobs, take that road less travelled and exceed our own expectations of living. The fear of not being 'accepted' in society, to fill the 'normal' stereotype.
Societal norms are not norms, they are constructs designed to keep our minds numb, our brains full of utter crap that does not matter.
Consume this to make your life better. Dress like this to make you look richer, spend money on this to continue living this fucking monotonous drawl people call life.
I'm taking a stand in this moment, to live life to the absolute fullest - in every capacity of the word.
That's enough for today.