Being one in a million

For those of us with a western mind set, individualism is a huge value.  Star Trek (and many other social inputs) pushed into our minds that “the good of one, outweighed the good of the many” even though it’s not the logical viewpoint.  We thrive on being individuals who have unique talents, traits, personalities or even just our hair that are different from everyone else.  When I was in high school, I would wear a tuxedo shirt, bow tie and tails jacket along with pants and my black Chuck Taylors (no socks mind you) to church.  Why?  To be an individual – I wanted to be set apart from everyone else in a very visible way (I also wanted to see where my parent’s boundaries were).  We all want that feeling of being special.

Then there are times that we just want to be a part of the crowd.  We just want to fit in and not be different.  We don’t want any of the things that come with being unique.  Now is one of those times for me.  As I was in the pre-op meetings this last week and the doctors told me (as they have to do) the various chances for different side-effects and possible outcomes of my impending surgery, they were using terms of “1 in 5000” and “1 in a million” along with vomiting, red marks, loss of feeling, paralysis, etc.  Now is not the time for me to find out I’m unique in one of these ways.

This last week, we watched as a crowd moved past the confines of an individual.  No matter what you think of what happened in Egypt, we watched a historic event as individuals sacrificed time, income, and, for some, their lives to be a part of a crowd that has sparked the beginning of something different for their country & their area of the world.  This will affect us all in some way or another.  It was the crowd that made the change happen but the crowd is made up of unique individuals each doing their part.

God made us unique.  We are each a very special individual but God also put us together to be a part of something more.  We are drawn to being a part of crowds (yes, even us introverts).  We want to be something more than what we can do on our own.  But what is it that God has designed us to be a part of given our uniquenesses?  What has God designed you with all your specialness to be a part of that is greater than yourself?

This is not rhetorical – please let us know!


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  1. This reminded me of one of the ironies that I learned in my training as a writer: The more specific, unique, and individual that you make your protagonist, the more universal the story becomes. Try to create a character who is like everyone … and you reach no one.

    As for what I believe God may have created me for? I have come to believe, over the course of the last year or so, that virtually everything in my life — from childhood to adulthood — has prepared me to live out a dream that I first had at the age of eleven. Even then, it seemed like a silly, foolish, impossible dream: to act in stories that I write.

    But that dream has lingered in my psyche my entire life. I put that dream on a shelf and tried to ignore it for many years. I danced around that dream and pursued virtually everything else that interested me. I tried following other people’s rules: “You can be a writer, a director, or an actor, but you cannot direct or act in your own plays.”

    But the dream would not die; it would not leave me alone. I tried everything else — and nothing satisfied. I ended up miserable, filled with self-loathing and despair.

    So I have decided that, this year, I’m going to start my own theatre company and produce the kinds of plays that I want to work on as an actor: http://www.pathfindertheatre.com/

    I don’t have a rehearsal space or a production venue yet. I don’t have any financing beyond a few hundred dollars that I’ve been able to save up from my freelance work (outside of my full-time “day job”). I don’t know how or when or where the pieces will come together — I only know that I have to try … and see what happens.

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