We are taught not to be a black sheep in school, university and other places. If you are not “like everyone else,” then you can be sure that universal condemnation and censure will certainly overtake you.
People spend their entire lives surrounded by various mythical creatures and do not even realize it. They wake up, go to the office, somehow work, discuss gossip with colleagues, have dinner with their family, put the children to bed, go to bed themselves, and every moment of their lives is recorded by silent, invisible observers. Trinity "majority", "normal people" and "like everyone else."
Many are easily able to live their entire lives without fully realizing that any of their actions, almost every word was dictated by these fictional characters from adult fairy tales. They consult with the “majority”, they call upon and appeal to him, when they are not sure of something, when it is important to prove to relatives, neighbors and friends that the decision was made correctly. And the majority either approves or does not, but it cannot remain indifferent. “Normal people” are also always somewhere nearby, between the lines, behind the scenes, demonstrating by their example how it should be. And if you are not “like everyone else,” then you can be sure that universal condemnation and censure will certainly overtake you.
The silent majority is terrified of unnecessary words. Beautiful phrases and confessions seem to them to be something artificial, alien. Most are uncomfortable with words, for them they are like crumbs in bed, pebbles in a shoe. Normal people don't use phrases from movies, most people tell us. All these are cliches and cliches, nothing more. And they do not know that one can sincerely believe in these words, that beautiful cliches were once said for the first time by people who were overwhelmed with feelings and emotions, that a cliche is only a cliche when fear and imposed cynicism supplant everything else. Believing the majority, people stop telling each other something important. They look at each other and are silent, because everyone is afraid to seem ridiculous, afraid of condemnation. It takes courage to speak when thousands of invisible eyes are evaluating you every minute.
But to hell with them, with words. They are not for everyone. I have always paid too much attention to them, placed an unreasonably large responsibility on them. Yes, I still believe in the power of the right words. But that's me. Others will say that it is not the words that matter, and they will be right.
But what is even more terrible, the majority does not like actions, deeds in the same way. Any action is unnecessary anxiety, irritation. Most of them teach by example to sit and wait, not to do anything that would go beyond the normal rhythm of life of normal people. As a result, paralyzed by the fear of not being like everyone else, people choose inaction. Passively looking at the reality around them, people come to terms with the circumstances, completely sincerely believing that nothing can be changed, nothing can be done. As everybody.
Most will certainly begin to prove to you that there is no place for pictorial romance in life, that normal people do not paint fences, do not dance without music (and they do not dance with music either) and do not arrange surprises for no reason. That candles are a cliche, that unexpected flowers are a cliche, that music is nothing more than a background, that surprise and delight is the lot of snotty fools, that the first kiss means nothing, that no one and nothing is worth such an effort.
And this damn majority, no matter how hard you try, no matter how you stifle it in yourself, bitch, it still seeps inside you, takes root, poisons any situation with doubts. And, lighting candles, you start some kind of ridiculous argument with yourself, as if suddenly dividing into two people. You start to tell yourself that this is stupid like this, for no reason, that it is Thursday and just an evening, that the act will remain incomprehensible, that you will be written into the community of eccentrics and fools, that a normal person will not be able to take this seriously. Roughly speaking, for some reason you are trying to convince yourself that hanging is better than standing.
I have always adhered to in life, albeit a hackneyed, but very important rule: it is better to do and regret than regret that I did not. In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take. And yes, damn it, I regret many of the stupid things that I did under the influence of drug intoxication with emotions, but I'm afraid to imagine how I would now be eaten from the inside if I hadn't done all these stupid things, if I weren't sure now, that in each specific situation he did everything he could. Inaction and passivity are akin to doom, and I don't even know what could be worse than doom.
Therefore, I invariably stifled this "majority" in myself. I didn't care about his opinion. Normal people have always remained the worst example for me, I was afraid to be like everyone else. And every time I made up my mind, lit conventional candles and did many other things, perhaps contrary to common sense, simply because I could not help doing. I repeated to myself, like a spell, that if the one for whom all this is being done does not appreciate, grins or snorts in response, then *** would be with her then. And there were those who snorted, the very ones brought up by the majority. And I was disappointed, but I didn't stop believing.
Magic doesn't happen by itself. If you watch beautiful films full of actions, decisive steps, amazing transformations, new beginnings, and do not believe the heroes, do not believe that this happens, it is only because you yourself choose to sit on your ass silently. You can live, but you can live. Life is what happens around you while you wait for what your mythical friends will whisper to you. Yes, it is not easy to be happy, it is important to learn to see the opportunities around. But at the same time, it is absolutely impossible to become happy just like that, waiting for something. You need to at least take a step forward. Destiny is what people do for themselves. It doesn’t take much, sometimes just a small fucking step.
