You are Art
‘You’re such a Virgo’ she said, without even a hint of irony in her voice. Here I was again, being boxed into label to try and make some sense of my actions, as if somehow linking my personality traits to the month I was born in is going to achieve that. It’s the same failed attempt to try to classify me as ‘entitled’ because I’m a millennial or an ‘introvert’ because I choose to not speak as much others.
Sure, describing everything and giving them neat little areas for them to call home makes everything simpler and much easier to understand. But are Humans really that simple? Aren’t we, on a purely physical level, one of the most complex machines ever imagined; performing numerous biological tasks and chemical reaction in a deeply condensed collection of smaller organisms. Yet the drive to define us goes beyond our physical self and it continues to be one of the most limiting exercises we do. Whether it be on the basis of personality traits on the basis of the month one was born in, trying to define someone is not doing the humankind justice.
Was Jackson Pollock, who single-handedly spearheaded the Abstract Expressionist art movement, trying to be understood from his paintings? Was he begging for someone to understand him exactly as he was as soon as they saw his work? Probably not, judging by the base of the entire movement. Art, a human endeavour in expression and thought, is considered undefinable, yet we’re quick to define the force behind it.
You are art, human. You can’t be defined or labelled. Your actions don’t serve to define you but for you to form connections. You, like art, are meant to be felt, not imprisoned in confines of mere descriptions. So, go out there, be felt and feel others, and then maybe you would realize that everything in this world need not make sense.
PS: I am a Taurus.