Ravings of a Non-conformist's Soul

We always hear that there are two kinds of people in this world - the realists and the dreamers , self made billionaires and privileged jerks , heavy metal and pop lovers , morning people and those who want to shoot them , the ones who cut their sandwich horizontally and those who prefer the diagonal cut , those who have a Netflix account and those who worship torrent , those who use bookmarks and monsters, the bad ass brave and the coward. 

What if you are neither?

What if your soul just feels so out of place , no matter how many experiences, hardships , failures , heartbreaks, success stories or older you get , it just never gets figured out . It might seem like the cliche` problem of the millennial , but let me assure you , those who aren't conformed to a type aren't just trying to figure out adulthood like every other human( and failing).

An atypical soul is just wondering about which world in the multitude of universes inside them suits them the best. They are realists who daydream about a cottage on the top of a cliff overlooking a valley, a brook rushing nearby , and wondering where to get groceries and other supplies for the said house if its so far from civilization . 

Someone who was born with all the privileges , but still knows the need to become self made , because they value hard work and perseverance,because its all they have ever known. They heard their mother and father tell them that they have everything to become a great human, and anything else that they choose to be . They heard, that they have to be everything . 

So they study hard, try and study rational courses , you know those that are of monetary value, even though their thoughts are unsung melody and every night bleed their heart dry in the pages of their journal , ink stained by teardrops , wondering why they are still not good enough.

Someone who listens to every kind of music that is there in this world- the dance, trance and soft pop, Beethoven and nirvana and Debussy , Ed Sheeran and Bullets for my Valentine . Because its just music that touches them and it doesn't matter what category it falls in . Anything that makes them close their eyes and get lost from the reality , or the strums that jerk tears , or those empowering sounds-anything and everything.

Someone who can wake up early enough to watch the sunrise , or even earlier - when the world is mute and words are of no use, when the night owls go to sleep finally , when the lovers , nerds and eternally broken ones eventually find comfort in dreams ; and at the same time stay up late at night , alone with themselves, trying to figure out themselves , the occasional cigarette dangling from their hands and eyes tired from  too much light , and because its all too much.

Someone who doesn't cut their sandwich , but closes their eyes and savors the mess that the sandwich makes... 

Someone who has tried their entire life to be brave and kind at the same time , and is wondering if holding on to kind is still worth it. They have now been labeled as a simpleton who loves too easily, laughs too much , and doesn't stand up for themselves - the easy target , the fool who believes too much , laughed behind their backs . They were raging fire before which has died, because even the biggest forest fires and hurricanes eventually just cease to be . All that they could be isn't what they are , and now they don't want to try anymore . 

Because even now , they haven't given up on themselves . They still try to make it work in a world where they don't fit anymore , because the show must go on , and they will be damned if theirs doesn't get a standing ovation. They will get duped and betrayed by friends and sisters and still find a way to love again , they aren't smart enough to manipulate , but they will still survive new places,people and the challenges that come with it . 

Because they are non - conformist , they can live without any category to bind them and bring them down . They contain everything that the world is afraid of , and even if the right time never comes , they will end this battle with a roar that will break the glass ceilings and the cages of myriad beings.