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.
