What is
normal?
We strive
for it all our lives and stray from it when it’s there. Like a wave it comes
and goes and we desire and deter its oscillating presence in our lives as a
constant.
It’s our
desires we run after, desire to move forward, to take great leaps, to climb
higher, to return to earth, to find satisfaction and a full circle back, our
desire to be normal. It’s a continuous motion as the proverbial wheel of time.
With normal
we define boredom, so we strive for change and excitement. Sometimes it’s our
own doing or nature takes charge and throws the curve ball in our direction
changing our normal to an undesirable state. As if getting stuck with lemons which
we can either let turn sour, wither and rot relying on the so called destiny,
or we can find a way to make orange juice. It’s all in our hands, as Lawrence
of Arabia declared, “Nothing is written.”
Nothing
happens for a reason. It just happens and when it happens, we aspire to change,
so we can find for normalcy.
Life takes
its turns with bends, curves, hills and U-turns. Like a garden it flourishes or
dies, grows new and deeper roots, blooms and sheds, living by the seasons.
Normal is what we see and define with our own sense of what we think is normal.
A flower blooming in fall and trees shedding leaves in spring may not be normal
for us, but this is how we choose to define it.
Change hemispheres and perspective, suddenly normal seasons become
different. It’s how we interpret and define normal, what we as individual being
part of a society define normal.
Normal is
what it is, in the eye of its beholder and somewhat skewed by the society that
eye belongs to. We are all born normal, only depends from what perspective one
identifies it to call it otherwise.
