Size Seven Shoes

I trace the thoughts The patterns of A kingdom found An eternity lost A stage of insecurities On curious display A sky of comets To rake out the sun A hope for peace for everyone Whilst you bide your time Flicking fleeting seconds into insignificant corners Conquering obscure lands Mapping crooked paths, wayward plans Your wishes descend Like large droplets of rain Drenching minions In anticipatory glee They clamour for things not deserved So you lay bare the cost The imminent pain An unforeseen loss A storm to weather I watch in silence The perplexity of placebos To tranquilise anxieties Your hopes to be made better But bitterness is a sneaky thief That steals your destinies Multiplying grief Unless, until a greater find Knocks down the intentions Of enemies sublime.

It is common for us in our human nature to want to restrict or condition the behaviour of someone else based on a judgment of whether what they're doing is reasonable or acceptable to us.  Thus, we have social patterns being formed, fashioned after what is collectively deemed to be right by the society we live in.  In some parts of the world, perhaps going topless in public may be so commonplace that no one would even bat an eyelid. But in certain other corners of the globe, it would be frowned upon, or the community may take it upon themselves to even reprimand or punish the person concerned. But I am not here to debate what forms of clothing (or lack of it) are acceptable or otherwise. What I am writing this post for is to question our rating of the extreme just a little bit.  We tend to label something as "extreme" if we think it is out of the norm... or to put it more bluntly, out of OUR norm. Or perhaps we ourselves just don't agree with a particular hab...

Let's talk about new things, shall we?