Society is a monster. A beast that stands to conform people to its ways, shaping every defiant bone into one of duplicated acceptance. Society does not welcome the unknown; rather, they banish it, and hide it in a small box to prevent the rest of the world from seeing this abomination. They pretend to embrace new things, challenges to be won, but instead, they just demoralize the object until it becomes a hated joke. People will cringe when it is brought up, and they insist on sticking it right back into its resting box.
The only problem is, the box doesn’t fit. The object is too massive, to full of life and vitality, to be crushed into nothing less than a square container. The unknown is round, curvy with vivacity, thick with energy. Society tries its best to mash and pound the object, attempting to conform it to rules that only exist to deflate the abomination.
Of course, the object kicks with its verve and purpose, because it actually stands for something. It stands for the greater good, the kids of tomorrow, the round pegs that are trying to be smashed into the square holes. It stands with determination and tenacity, and it will fight back with every last fiber of its being.
Society can try its best to push down forces of nature, to pulverize rebellion until it becomes the liquid strings of conformity, but it will never happen. There will always be one person, the unknown, who refuses to be demoralized. They will not give into comfort and security, the promise of bland oatmeal each morning.
They will stand on street corners, waving signs of mutiny, until their stomachs cave in with hunger. They will perch on roofs, on buses, and trains, all to fight against the monster that is the social order. With every last breath and word, they will battle, until there are no more battles to be won.
But there always will be.