Freestyle

I'm at a coffee shop just chillin. Coffee shops are for members of the "I'm a free spirit but like to conform to free spirit motifs". Everyone comes here looking the same, or at least attempting to capture that 'I belong in a 60s counter-culture movement'. Odd, if you look like other nonconformists you are cool, if you look like no one else you're crazy. Perhaps I'm just not cool enough to understand how counter-cultures or simply being counter-cultural works. But I assumed it meant you had to be different from everyone else. However, not so. Thick black glasses, v neck shirts, tight pants, coffee, and ironic t shirts are all part of the new youth counter culture. Yet I feel we are all trapped in the same cycle. Whether you wear and tie and go home everyday to a nice suburban home or live in the artsy inner city...we're all searching for meaning. I mean, what is an indie kid dancing in the rain like they read in a book or going to a local restaurant actually attempting to do? I suppose find meaning. Belonging. St. Augustine would say that they are searching to love and be loved. And isn't this the same as the person in the suburbs? The same search just with different clothes and language. We're all just fools, blind people searching for light. Our only hope is that somewhere along the way we find someone who understands. Who seeks to soothe our souls in this journey we call life. For me, I am learning to transcend the endless game of role creation. To understand that we are all the same, there is no difference. Whether you dance in the rain or watch a movie, all of us are simply searching for meaning. Our paths are diverse, but our search is the same. To love and to be loved.