“Normal” doesn’t exist
Dating back to the mists of prehistory, there have been tales of a mythical creature, which most people believe still lives among us to this day. Sightings have been reported on every continent and country on the planet.
I’m talking of course, about the “normal person”.
This legendary being is said to be anatomically identical to homo sapiens, but it characterized as having no defining characteristics whatsoever; no fears, no passions, no secrets, no specialties.
Amazingly this entity is widely held up as a gold standard to which actual human beings should aspire. We should all, we are told, want to be devoid of idiosyncrasies or distinguishing attributes. (Which to me, is a bit like cardboard being held as the standard for all cuisine)
Here’s the thing though; like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster, I have yet to see any concrete evidence that the “normal person” actually exists.
Every single person I have ever met in my life has had peculiarities that mark them apart. Everyone has phobias, strengths, quirks. I have never encountered a so-called “normal person”, and I simply cannot imagine that a human being could ever realistically attain such a standard of absolute nothingness.
Marianne Williamson once wrote that, “our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.”
I believe that normality is a fictional construct designed to shield ourselves from this fear. It is a cloak we wear to dim the light inside us.
Don’t be afraid. Throw off that stifling cloak of normalcy and yet your brilliance shine. Help make the world a brighter place.