• Mustafa M. Abuhamdeh

On Social Acceptance.

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There exists an inexplicable obsession between the human brain and the social mode of being. Even at rest, our neural pathways are inundated with pondering zillions of possibilities regarding our relations with others in an attempt to consolidate our future responses and actions. Such facts, though interesting, can no longer be baffling, considering that even the biological definition of mankind rests under the term “social animals”; forever echoing the importance of our social relationships and their significance on our sanity. So, ordinarily, one would be pardoned to seek a life of societal stability over anything else. Yet, the desire to fetch an existence of security has paradoxically generated an almost ever-uneasy world, one that is sustained by a profusion of bizarre social regulations and limitations that are contrived upon us to ensure one would be able to maintain a standing of being normal, unfreaky, and reasonably okay. In such a realm, our identities are ripped asunder between entertaining inner dreams and forgoing them to attain a status of acceptance amidst an ever-changing, chaotic world.

To avoid becoming an instance of cultural rejection, a cloud of avoidance has been hovering over our heads, disabling us from truthfully pursuing an area of passion, asking out a stranger, or even expressing critical emotions, such as sadness. Instead, to nurture approval from those we share the planet with, we invented a virtual mask, hiding beneath it a collage of thoughts, desires, and feelings that would otherwise be regarded as blemished by the harsh standards of modern-day. Wistfully, but expectedly, the price of this coveted acceptance was paid for by our overall well-being and happiness.

Tears are often the companions of such a cruel life. One that mutes our wills to strive for anything that dares to trespass beyond normalcy, and shackles us to walls of insecurity that in reality should be pillars of strength. Certainly, the qualities that push one to be distinctive from the crowd are what renders the existence of humans so fascinating. Homosexuals are not an instance of deformity, but simply humans with a different taste. Men who cry are not an instance of impotence, but simply humans that express emotions. The world demands singers as crucially as it does lawyers. Wearing a skirt is not one’s way to beg for attention, but merely a preference. Being short is not indicative of your potential nor is it a definite rejection from all forms of romance. The examples of how ridiculously chauvinistic society can be toward the slightest hint of variance are laughable; the kind of laugh one exhibits after learning of a catastrophe: Maniacal, incongruous, and utterly detestable.

It is truly through placing the need for acceptance under scrutiny that allows us to uncover a self, or rather, a version of us, that is enamoring, and easier to project into the world, than a fake disguise designed to nude us of individuality. Our time is worth investing in learning more about who we are, what we like, our favorite season, our right crowds, than about the expectations of a world indifferent to our happiness and quality of life.

Indeed, one is ought to harness their mental fortitude to break away from regularity, not in the hostile sense of breaching other’s moral right to experience freedom and life, but in a way that allows one to effectively hone their exceptionality in respect to talent(s) and aspirations, and later to form a presence that truly reflects them. A way that does not violate personal creativity with culture, religion, nationality, tribe, and the rest of markings one could be simply born into rather than choose.

The conclusion of life should be a time where one enjoys reciting how they survived for years by following a dream, one that the realization of became irrelevant when contrasted against the joy of experiencing freedom from the bars of acceptance. A life that stood indifferently before the clamoring demands of society, and was instead full of soft tears, boisterous laughter, and romantic fairytales that could only ever have been experienced by one life.

What renders you to be different is not deserving of being ignored or overlooked, but instead it requires exploration. It is one's moral obligation to themselves to lead an authentic life against the barbarism of uniformity. Certainly one can choose to be predictable in many things, but when it comes to identity, 'ordinary' is the worst option.


By Mustafa M. Abuhamdeh.

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