An individual is . . .

Being an individual is a battle fought by intrepid social explorers everywhere. You don’t need an extraordinary start in life, a natural talent or a grandiose title to begin with just extraordinary mind will do. A true individual will fight life’s slip stream of conventions and lose themselves in alternative scenes and non-conventional dreams and do you want to know the best part, an ordinary person may never even suspect them.

An individual won’t be one of life’s boasters, it’s not even someone who makes us stop and stare; often these misanthropic creatures don’t like to share. Look among societies cultured for signs of originality, the artist, the painter, the philosopher, but also look underground where expensive shoes ignorantly tread. Look below your class and your education level for those creating their own culture. The individual he’s out on the street painting under the cover of darkness, his art is public property. The individual is not the self-aggrandising artist whose work sits in a thousand identical frames hung lifeless and expensive on ordinary walls.

Take note being an individual is no head start in life. It’s not the individual that wins the rat race but those that drag out life’s finish line. Talents are selflessly shared and Money and fame its all the same
is the mantra repeated by life’s individuals as they stroll leisurely towards the finish . The individual gives pause to cultivate talents and pass on batons of wisdom; they don't mind sharing. Societies winners, stand impatiently waiting, crimson faced, tired. They envy these social Cinderella’s that arrive late looking all the more imposing and great.

On the tube I notice a girl wearing my favourite Fur coat, she snuggles into the press of bodies in the carriage, she won’t look at me; I know what she’s thinking… shit we look the same, how un original.
It’s my stop. I tap her on the shoulder and smile, “I like your jacket”.