A Dare

A Dare

Wasted space.

Two words that come to mind when I look down a hallway filled with a sea of people. At least you think they’re people. Flowing in a river, the waves rippling and overlapping, spreading across the floor, reaching up the walls, is an endless flood of a replicated human race. She looks like her. He looks like him. We are drowning ourselves in our own similarity. Killing with a lack of creativity.

But how?

How did we end up like this? We were planned, conceived, raised, brought into this miracle of life with one thing we could truly call our own.

Our personality.

Too bad we grew.

We grew out of ourselves and shed the old ideas we thought couldn’t fit any longer. We borrowed his, and then passed it around. Before we knew it, thoughts were magnetically leaning towards one another as if it were second nature, relying on someone else’s internal design. Someone put herself on a piece of paper, and stuffed it into that sickly copy machine. The papers shot out of the monster’s mouth, and we welcomed it with open arms, because saying no was too hard.

Unification is not an abomination.

Losing yourself is.

Don’t die a copy. Dance instead of swim within a sea of people. Dare to be different.