Labels and tags; are they necessary?
Is it really necessary to compartmentalize the richness of a human being?
Does the efficiency that classification brings really worth the destruction of an individual’s self esteem?
When you really don't fit into any label. Your definitions of labels are as dicey as the labels themselves. Whether you are a bigot or not, depends on who is deciding. Just as beauty lies in the eyes of beholder, your definitions are always changing. Cutting someone slack, giving grace marks or exception; favors and sides - is that what we have all come to be?
Where you live? What you wear? What you do?
When some of your best sleeps are at worst of places. The clothes don’t guarantee the best laughter. When your work doesn't guarantee contentment.
Why does it matter?
Your personality type? Your skin tone? Your voice?
When there no two identical personalities in the world. When flesh is same, flows the same, behaves same. When the sweetness of your voice cannot take the bitterness of your words.
Why do you classify?
Your faith? Your education? Your occupation?
When everyone practices faith in their own way and sins, and sins differently. When education doesn't guarantee wisdom. When occupation doesn't bring any compassion.
When these things don’t matter, why are labels still so important? Do they expedite decision making and help us use our time better? Time is money after all! Does it all come down to money? That doesn't appear so smart; the work of the smartest creation on earth.
So your residence locality, gathering superiority, unworthy popularity, happiness artificiality, power priority. And still nothing?
And then you die. You mean nothing. You are forgotten.
The tagging game you play every-day; some days you miss and get a prefect and other days a mischief, sometimes noble and other days a thief, some days pretty and other days beef, some days smart and other days jeez!
You are never good enough? For whom though? [Loug (People)?]
Your self esteem is determined by you. Your self worth is what you decide. Be true to you and to the human kind. Dance in the rain, lend a hand and donate your time. Love your family, enjoy the moments and grow things you leave behind.
Voices will fade and the crowd will not look twice.
You are born free, don’t die a mice.