I have always felt like the black sheep.
Born to a Moroccan father, raised in a Caucasian family, insanely shy as a child, yet passionately loud when intervening family fights. I could never quite figure out who I was, or who I was meant to be.
But over time I've come to realize that to a certain extent, we are all black sheep (or at least designed to be) but most of us just don't know how to embrace our differences. Or maybe are embarrassed to show that side of ourselves. So we follow the flock, blend in, and become black sheep in disguise.
We follow the rules of society and live our lives in accordance... scared to break the mold that has been presented to our spongy little brains since the day we were born.
I'm sure some of us feel no resistance to this way of being, it possibly feels right to them because it assimilates with their internal makeup. But for others, like me, it causes such havoc in our lives because internally we are in constant resistance to the life map we are being told to follow.
It is to these people that I speak. And with these people that I share in your angst.
(May 24th, 2014)
One life, one journey, one dot at a time... making sense of it all from the inside, out.