Especially since the dawn of social media and easy access to conversations, ideas, and motifs, it’s really difficult to maintain stability. Stability and consistency of any sort for that matter. From designing my present and future to designing my routine for the day, thematic consistency rather scares me.
Why is it easy to sell monotony? Perfection is easy to achieve with monotony, then isn’t the idea of perfection really flawed?
How can I straddle my way through a diverse range of trades and be perplexed enough to master none really?
As a race, we have not been able to accept when an artist slightly wanders away to a new arena from their theme of work. I mean Stephen King’s “Stand By Me” did wonderfully well and so did Scorcese’s Hugo. I thoroughly enjoyed it. But can I imagine Kafka writing something like the Fault in our Stars :P? In that very same sense, I mean. Most likely not. I wouldn’t expect it.
Well, it’s understood why most of them stuck to the purview of their mastery. It’s what sells. It’s safe.
But we aren’t really monothematic by nature. We are allowed and usually just go about exploring different areas and scopes of interests and work, till something usually clicks.
And so, being excited about making an impact and a difference, vs consciously letting yourself be engulfed by consumeristic actions should not probably seem outrageous.
I personally would love to write experience-led travel pieces one day and cottagecore the next. I might want to want to study about K Pop and Capitalism today, and about Kanchipuram, a city in the state of Tamil Nadu, and how it gave birth to a heritage of handloom weaves and silk sarees made out of heartstopping vibrant colours, the next day. I could write about how my PC should not assume my nationality as an American citizen, one day, vs how a search engine service made it as one of the biggest organizations in the world, the next day.
All I am trying to say is consistency should not be always be romantisized. Expression and freedom sometimes stem out of inconsistency, instability, and everything silently lying inside, you, me.
The fascination with perfection could be dangerous. Evolution of interests, lifestyles, choices, and patterns could change when not restricted and beautiful things stem out of these moments.
I guess I am writing myself a note, to not be ashamed of my instabilities and for not sticking inside symmetries, cause, those are probably only just different from the status quo but in the end a collection of a whole wide variety of choices, decisions, and reasons to live a colourful life :).
