He was tired of the scope that most
lives seemed to operate on. They seemed to relish making as small of
a footprint as possible. Not that he wanted fame, or wealth or any
of those things, but he wanted to feel like he was making a
difference.
He thought it was important to
challenge the mind, ponder the ideas and question the sacred. To do
anything less was to blow along with the winds of others, swept up in
the tide of popular opinion. He didn't think any group or
organization deserved carte blanche acceptance and it disturbed his
mind when any got it.
People made mistakes, and large groups
of people simply made larger mistakes backed by more people.
Group-thought was terribly irritating for him to deal with. When the
individual ceased having ideas of their own, in his mind, it signaled
the death of the individual. He or she ceased adding to the value of
the group and simply became a number.
When group catered to the lowest common
denominator it reflected on everyone and tainted everything. Ideas
suffered and change was labored and minimal. Placing in that group
meant acceptance of what he considered a lower standard than he would
set for himself. It was horribly demotivating, if not downright
humiliation.
He felt as if he was being shoehorned
into some ill-fitting identity that he had no desire to occupy. Any
group that didn't play up the strengths of its' members was severely
lacking.
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