Pattern(s)

Back to the compilation. It’s never over, you know. This was supposedly based on the poem, Patterns, by Amy Lowell. If you want to see the poem in its entirety, click this.

Minority

We live a mediocre life. We adhere to what has been there, what has been existent. We succumb to the patterns that make up our lives. Even the cycle of life is one big, humungous, colossal, massive, immense, monstrous, whopping, thumping, behemoth, Brobdingnagian, Bunyanesque, cyclopean, elephantine, enormous, gargantuan, gigantic, Herculean, heroic, jumbo, mammoth, mastodonic, mighty, monumental, prodigious, pythonic, stupendous, titanic, gigantesque, walloping, massy, great (keep on coming Thesaurus), huge (as in Donald Trump huge) pattern. And we are happy about it. No one really cares.

But what makes our lives different is that we have a choice. And one of it is breaking old trampling RULES. (I say we rebel, we rebel yami of Wowowee). As Green Day’s Billy Armstrong would sing, “I want to be the minority/Down with the moral majority/’Coz I want to be the minority.” It is time for us to be original, unique, innovative, inventive, novel, creative, new, unusual, imaginative, exceptional, inimitable, distinctive, matchless, rare (Thesaurus is dead tired), and make our own patterns. For these patterns we make can be the patterns of the future. Be it good or inevitably bad. Bad is always necessary you know; too much good is boring.

And this is our legacy to the next generation. If they will follow it, screw them for lack of originality, style, innovation, novelty, uniqueness, freshness, imagination (stop it, will you, Thes?*).

*Thes – short for Thesaurus, like Dick – short for dictionary, or Insane – short for Insaneclopedia.