My Contemplation Study

Maths. I can’t maths. However badly I need to solve sums, I can’t bring myself to focus. That is one particular application for which my brain refuses to moulded into.
Anyway. Anything is a distraction now, regardless of whether it’s a welcome one; it doesn’t fail to be interesting.
My eyes trail to the quote adorning the bottom of the page littered with stray calculations: “one of the basic laws of nature is that adaptability is the price of survival”.
This is something Darwin would have supported, all the evolution theorists would have backed up, with their proofs of debris, fossils and decomposed pieces of who we used to be.
But the astonishing modern, urban survival kit somehow comes equipped with instructions to stand out, be extraordinary; “today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive that is youer than you,” as Dr Suess timelessly preaches.
Each of us being unique, being true to ourselves doesn’t fall into the wheelhouse of adaptivity, of conformity.
I stare at my blue bedsheet and wonder, which of it all is a consolation, for not being able to shine, or for not being able to fit in.
Or, if all of it is just that- just another scientific theory, a theoretical one that doesn’t hold up for practical usability.

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