Dear One in a Billions,
Tyrion from Game of Thrones said,
“I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.”
One of the most powerful realizations one can make (in my humble opinion), is that the unusual things in life are the most interesting and beautiful. The “path not taken” as Frost puts it, can lead you to experience unexpected adventure. The people who look, sound, smell, and live differently than you could open your eyes to ideas and possibilities you may never encounter by remaining among your circle of comfort and normalcy. It is the stuff of memories and laughs and intrigue when we encounter something different from our norm.
I, too, have a special place in my heart for these things. The people strong enough to carry on in overwhelming adversity. Old people and things. The things that are strange and seemingly useless to others.
I hold the assumption that everything has a purpose, and is beautiful in some way, and my days are always interesting because of this.
At a bridal shower I attended this past weekend, one of the gifts was a basket of wines/brews with tags on each of the bottle necks indicating the occasion they were meant to be consumed on (First anniversary, first fight, etc.). As the bride-to-be pulled out the bottles to examine them, she noted her favourites.
This got me to thinking about taste (somewhat in continuation from my last post about doing what you like). About liking things. About liking them because you like them, not because they are well-known or heavily advertised. Basically, I was thinking about the fact that she had, over the course of whatever amount of time, tried a variety of new things and found out what suited her taste. I didn’t recognize even one of the bottles.
I won’t rant too long on the mechanical and thoughtless state of society. But usually, we buy what we know the most about (the most memorable ads stick in our mind when we get to the store), and we are exposed to the music, movies and news media that the people at the top want us to be exposed to. Many of us are running on automatic; we are conforming, robotic, controlled… we allow others to make the decisions about the content and pace of our lives.
I am certainly not immune to this, but have recently become more mindful of it.
But what if we appreciated the underdogs?
What if we noticed the bottom shelf?
What if we decided for ourselves what we like?
What if we followed our hearts, and not the crowd?
What if we saw the beauty in the broken, and the strange?
What if we set out to try new things and had an opinion to offer that wasn’t off Rotten Tomatoes or a YouTube comment?
What if we decided what was important to us, rather than assuming the values of the surrounding cultural influences?
What if you pursued your unconventional passion?
Our quirks, interests and individual collections of knowledge and experiences make us who we are. I guess the point of all these words is to challenge you(and myself of course) to find out what you like.
Are you a foodie? Try a new food or recipe every week. Keep a journal or recipe book of your observations/what you liked and didn’t like about each.
Bookworm? Get a highlighter or pen when you read, and make note of words/sentences/thoughts that stand out to you, or make you think. If there are books you start but never finish, ask yourself why.
Fitness enthusiast? If you’re a runner, try kickboxing or swimming. Go and try on a bunch of different running shoes. Come up with the best running playlist of all time.
Those are just some examples, but the idea is to pursue your main area(s) of interest with the intention of self-knowledge. Have you every noticed how people light up and can talk for ages once you hit a subject they know a lot about, that they are passionate about?
So enjoy the foreign movies, the abstract art, the novel you bought from the dollar store, and the beer that no one else has tried.
Today, I baked an artichoke and drank a Salzburger Stiegel Radler Grapefuit (wat). It was an interesting experience, and I still have no idea how you would go about making a dip out of those pointy leaves, or how an artichoke is actually supposed to be consumed. I resigned to scraping my teeth along the fleshy part of the leaves once I discovered (after much chewing) that they were indestructible. And all I know about stiegel radler is that it gives me heart burn. See? Discoveries made through trying new and weird things.
It’s okay if you like normal things, too. We can still be friends.
Just take a minute to think about what you like and why you do. Find your passion and pursue it, even if it means standing out, or swimming against the current. Explore in your areas of interest and learn to appreciate things you may have previously regarded as strange. Learn more, try more, fail and try again. Enjoy every bit of the process of finding out what you like, and what you don’t, what you care about and what you shouldn’t bother with.
Enjoy the “weird” things about yourself and others. Celebrate them. Be yourself always.
Peace & love kids, thanks for reading!
-jessi hannah jay.
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