We all start off weird as kids.
We don’t know any better.
We believe, being weird is normal and some of us go so far as to think weird is cool.
Each day, our kid-selves, loving life, operating uninhibited in our weirdness.
Then something happens.
Something terrible.
We conform.
This is the tragedy of maturity.
Whether it’s our parents, peer pressure, or the drone manufacturing system we call public education, very few people make it out of our teenage years with the weird that made us so fun as children.
The few that do are bludgeoned by some politically correct corporate machine and before we know it, we’re living in a whitewashed world, plodding along, accepting of the drudgery of life.
We yearn for passion.
We crave enthusiasm.
We seek inspiration.
We thirst off the courage of those who live their own lives in whatever weird way they see fit.
Excitement, imagination, ambition, desire…
There is a wildness in being weird.
It feeds our soul.
We need weird as adults as much as we lived it off as children.
Weird is what makes life interesting.
There is a serendipity to weird.
There is awe in weird.
Weird stands out. Weird attracts.
The world needs your weird, otherwise, the world is boring.
BE WEIRD
What’s your weird?
