Untitled

“Nothing is for everyone” he said. Of course she understood what he meant by that. The infamous “one size fits all”, that simply doesn’t exist. The transparent attempt of the system to conform the masses. The all inclusiveness of “standing out” by sporting or owning the “one size fits all”. But he wasn’t even referring to that. He simply meant that there is no one thing that applies to everybody. That each situation has to be evaluated based on the individual and the solution must be based on what “fits”, not on what applies to the mean average. Maybe it was in the way he said it. Maybe it was because he repeated it, so the person he was talking to clearly understood what he meant. But she completely let it sink in that literally nothing is for everyone. The nothing we came from and the nothing we return to is for every one of us. Maybe if we would embrace more nothingness, we would be more at ease with ourselves. The simplicity of fewer choices. The resonance of silence. The grace of abstaining. She quietly smiled to herself as the continuing discussion faded from her focus. She felt blessed that for some reason she took it to mean just that. Nothing is for everyone. ~•~ a beautiful milieu