I’ve installed David Bowie’s song “Rebel Rebel” on my iPod and set the alarm clock to wake me to this song.
Ordinary people in the world aren’t kind to those of us who rebel.
Early on in my life I rebelled the role of “mental patient.”
Thirty years later I tell you readers that living a counterfeit life is a mistake.
It comes down to being okay with not conforming to what has been designated as the norm in society.
Yet why do people think they have the right to brand others as–at worst “crazy”–and at best not normal? This intrigues me that most people fall in line to wanting to be normal or have a normal life–and expect others to follow suit.
I ask you: Is normal what it’s cracked up to be? I think not.
If you ask me there’s no safety in numbers–you’re just numbing your individuality to please people who won’t accept your true self.
I have thought often about the futility of seeking other people’s approval for who you are and how you live your life.
Way back in the 1970s David Bowie sung about how the girl’s mother didn’t know if she was a boy or a girl.
The lyrics about the torn dress; the face a mess–and how the young girl was there when the dues were counted out– it all reminds me of the story I told in Left of the Dial.
If you ask me “Rebel Rebel” is the perfect anthem for self-expression of bold stripes and of any stripe.
My high school art teacher told us that successful composition requires “unity with diversity.” That’s a great credo for the world right now.
God made us individuals. He thinks we’re divine just the way we are. We aren’t supposed to be mirror images of each other.
“Rebel Rebel” was prophetic in its message:
That you can only be a success if you dare to be yourself.