Welcome To The Hive

We all like to think we are original thinkers and doers. Sometimes it looks like that's not true when taking a gander at the pages of ads for new condos that spring up everywhere and are fodder for realtors and developers who make more than three doctors put together and line the burgeoning pockets of banks. We see on line and newspapers, pictures of rooms meant to tempt us into buying something that is actually very small, for something in dollars, that is very large. But. You are usually buying into a "hive". All the ads for the new-to-view,  look exactly alike, as though there is a giant stamp whopping down on the pages with the same floor plans and amenities in every single high rise ad. Only the elegant names are different. Bee hives have cells that all look alike. They house the tiny ambitious insects who all look  alike, live in the same kinds of places and go to work putting their lives  into making everything nice for all the rest of the bees. They all work to the ends of their little lives seeing that it stays stable and gives their hive world a reason to continue. Seems kind of gloomy when you think of how little we differ. And it's not all bad. For example, who really cares if each and every condo looks just like each and every other, and that we furnish them with the same old bland pastel nursery colour schemes as everyone else. After all, we don't want not to fit into what is considered fashionable or that may differ from all the other bees-er-people. We want to blend in, to look like and do much the same things as every other person. If there is an innovation such as a new hairstyle or outfit or car or trend, we are right there ready to spend to be sure, as quickly as possible, to get it. As to relationships, never mind. If they don't work out, simply move on to another one. One is pretty much like any other, taking out pheromones, if they count at all. Seems cynical, but cynical is usually a truth we want to avoid looking at even though it is truth.  So what's the answer? Ideas, your own ideas, are what make you human. You alone, have the possibility of creation, invention and variety. You are not a bee. If you choose so. Paint that wall red. Grow a tree on your little balcony or drive an old beater of a car that is reliable, if you please. And thus, revel in your uniqueness. You are not a bee. The fear of being bullied because you are different is actually praise that others understand you have special gifts that are yours alone, your way of life, your art of living the possibilities. When I enter an apartment (who in their twenties can own a house these days?), I love to see colour other than white on white or grey or pale baby room shades such as pink and peach and turquoise. Yuk. I enjoy a bit of mess and clutter. Go ahead and have too many things in your closet if you want to and do it without guilt. Eat and enjoy what you wish. Hey, it's your place and not a hospital ward. Wear what you like and do what, and go where, you need to. You get one life. It's completely all your own. There is joy in this one thing you own completely, and all of it is yours to do with as you please, within reason and law. That gives you all the scope you need to be happy. Bees buzz along doing what they do all making that hive as sweet as honey. "Bee" you Honey; you're one-of-a-kind perfect.