You’re a misfit, afraid of yourself, so you run away and hide
You’ve been a misfit all your life
Why don’t you join the crowd
And come inside
So take a good look around
The misfits are everywhere
Now you’re lost in the crowd
Yet, still, go our own way
Every dog has his day
Everyone is born a misfit, a one-off being unlike any before, any to follow. It should be reason to rejoice, reason to celebrate, reason to exist uniquely day to day, every day forever and ever bless the creator for her wisdom and his creativity and their gift to the world.
Sadly, as soon as we become socially aware, we seek a crowd to join, a crowd where we will blend in even if it requires wearing a mask disguising our essence, or grinding off our edges until we can’t recognize the person hiding in the mirror, hoping we will be visible while blending in invisibly, just another face in the crowd wearing the same fashions, having the same haircut, pretending to be another Tom, Dick, Harry, Jane, Ashley, or Maria.
Externally happy, internally screaming to be accepted for our unique selves, a self we rejected until we were so lost in the crowd, we could not find ourselves, could not distinguish between me and you and anyone else.
An answer we must choose for ourselves. Was it worth pretending to be someone else for social acceptance? Was it worth denying reality and pretending fantasy was truth?
It took me a long struggle to learn the dog I am deserved to exist alongside the cheetahs, woodpeckers, beetles, and weeds. Since the realization, every day has been my day.