“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes…..
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things…..
They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
Often misattributed to Jack Kerouac, this is a perfect description for how I’ve felt my whole life.
In my almost 59 years, I’ve experienced homelessness, as well as being a country club member; I’ve perfected the art of questioning authority; I detest small talk and find those who revel in it to be generally untrustworthy and less-than authentic.
Sometimes I don’t feel like a very likeable person. My sister tells me that pretty much every time she talks to me. Needless to say, I don’t talk to her very much anymore.
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed at the beauty of Life; at the incredible compassion and love that surrounds me. These are fleeting feelings that I long for every day.
I think I’m just a square peg trying to fit in.