So, it's been a while since I've posted anything, like, at all. I was starting to feel guilty. These last couple of weeks have been kicking my butt, and I want to say they've literally been doing so. Well, in a lot of ways they have, but that's life I guess. It's always there to remind you of the great things, and also the incredibly shitty. Any who, here's something short I actually ended up writing for an English assignment. I like it enough to post on here; just a definition piece on "Individualism," hope you enjoy ^^
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Individualism
Individualism is not wearing a mask. It’s you sitting there in your own skin, thinking your own thoughts, doing your own things. The things you wear are of little consequence, and the style of your hair plays little part, because it is everything of the phenotypic nature that really doesn’t matter. If it is going to matter though, it should only matter to you.
Individualism is not standing within a shadow. It’s you standing there in the sun and creating your own cascading shade.
Individualism is not agonizing over how to be different. It’s you liking something, and choosing to take part in it. Maybe there’s nothing there to be easily seen as different, but the fact it’s you under the clothes, hats, jewelry, makeup, and hair is what counts.
Individualism is not choosing to like something only because nobody else likes it. It’s you indulging yourself in something that interests you. Deciding that this certain song has a great rhythm; it turns your insides until they’re weightless things floating up into the air. It makes you smile or laugh or cry to become something important and meaningful to you.
Individualism is not easy. It’s something you question and search for. It’s a thing tested by you and others. What a thing it is, not small nor big, but heavy with significance. We all want it, and some can’t live without it. Would you laugh if I said it never left? Would you laugh if I said it has always been there?
Individualism is not trying. It’s you doing, being, and seeing. It’s your eyes and your hands; it’s your voice and your laugh.
Individualism is not worrying about individuality.
What is it to be an individual? Is it to be different and new? Is it to be the first to write that sentence? Is it the first and only to compose that song? Paint that painting? Like this and like that? Is it to be the first? Is it to be alone?
What is individualism?
Individualism is simple. Individualism is being you.