“I find some madmen entertaining, but others do indeed frighten me, as if they know that a man is just the restless and mysterious shadow of a dream, and that dream may be God’s.
I have to confess that I enjoy their company, I want to see through their eyes the world die each night, only to be reborn with dawn, to pursue their thought as if they were wild horses, to hear them laugh and make others laugh, to intoxicate myself without wine, and to dream with my eyes open.”
~Elie Wiesel: The Time of the Uprooted~
I was considering the definition of normal today, after a conversation with a rather eccentric individual.
According to Webster’s, one definition of normal is: “relating to, or characterized by average intelligence or development”.
From what I remember of basic math, the way you come up with an average is by adding up all the extremes and dividing them equally. The irony of that is, of course, most of the original numbers are nowhere near the numeral amount of the average.
Therefore, average and normal do not ACTUALLY exist. Most of what we call eccentricity, madness, weirdness, and the like, are actually what human beings should be like. (Using the word “should” in its loosest form.)
The fact is that we spend most of our lives trying desperately to conform to the image of what is “average and normal” or worse yet, we strive so hard to be an “individual” that we lose the essense of ourselves in the process.
…just a thought…