Forward, march!

March to the beat of your own drummer. 

Henry David Thoreau

I was in matric when our school, or some powers that be, decided the girls had to learn to march.

Some of the memory is a bit fuzzy (that was a long time ago) but we all trooped (pun) – into the road where we learnt the basics. It was not as easy as it seems. Suddenly a lot of girls didn’t know their left from their right and I know I got confused at times. I’m not even sure if it got to a second attempt, I’ll have to check with some school friends.

The other day I was waiting in a queue at a supermarket and I looked around at all the people. Everyone was so different. Not only their skin colours, but their looks, the way they dressed, the way they walked. I am amazed at how different everyone is. That’s on the outside. What about the inside?

Most of us more than likely want the same things, worry about the same things. But we have different senses of humour and different priorities. And different ways of handling things. But somehow, we have people and or society imposing expectations on us all the time. You must do this, you must do that, etc. etc. etc.

We all march to the beat of a different drum. If our marching doesn’t hurt other people, then why should we have to conform to what society expects of us?

Before you think I am promoting anarchy and lawlessness, I am not. I am saying live and let live. Chill a bit. Don’t get bent out of shape when someone isn’t the same as you. If there are standards that must be met, lay them out.

Tell the person what you expect, tell them when they are not meeting them and why it is important that they do. Sometimes they can’t fit in with what you need, and their drum cannot match that beat you need.

When your drums beat at such different tempos that it would make a dog howl, then it’s time to relook the situation.

Life is short – don’t waste time getting worked up over which foot you start marching with.

Until next time, forward, march!