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Wyrd is an Old English concept meaning fate, destiny, or "what comes to pass," originating from the Germanic root weorthan ("to become"). It is the historical ancestor of the modern word "weird," which shifted from meaning supernatural fate to the uncanny or strange
Macbeth to describe the three witches who controlled fate. That naming began to be associated with weird as bizarre or odd.
But the origin remains, weird is truth, it is authentic, it is the way forward.
People will tell you not to make it weird. Why not? Weird makes the world a more wonderful place. Outcasts create new paradigms. Freaks and geeks see what others can’t. Weird isn’t a box that contains you, it is a destiny unconstrained by norms.
Weird is embracing all you are and all you will become. So go ahead, make it weird.
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Make it weird
defy all norms,
be the visible proof,
an outlier formed.
Be the odd one out
the benefit of every doubt,
the exception to every rule,
be genius enough to be taken for fools.
See far out, be too far gone,
be so comfortable as the unchosen one,
that you choose yourself instead.
Make fresh hell, repel some people,
rebel, be an artist, a writer,
a hedge witch, a street fighter.
Don’t demure; do yell,
cast spells, be a scream queen
in a room of porcelain dolls.
Take off that face mask,
do you and don’t even ask.
Be wild enough to jump,
brave enough to fall,
be the best mistake,
they never planned to make,
let them question it all.
Too sensitive they’ll say,
not enough and too much.
An alien in human skin,
a space case in common places,
highly sensitive, deeply disturbed,
be why they imagine the nerve,
entirely uncontainable,
infinitely unnameable,
unusual and strange,
be the reason
how it’s always been done
will finally change.
Be the outcast that
force worlds to rearrange.
Be unapologetically rainbow
bright in a room of grays,
be the path that always strays.
Don’t even try to fit in,
the box is too small, unicorns
were never meant for four walls.
So go forth, shout loud,
collect other misfit toys,
other oddball girls and boys,
find fellow freaks and geeks,
a herd of beautiful black sheep,
be wild and weird and wonderful
untamed waves in a sea of same.
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About Mila
I’m Mila. A mother of two. A Creative Director by a day, a writer of plays, poetry, films and fiction every spare moment I can find. My dream at this not so young age is to make writing and teaching of writing not just my creative life but my working life. Every sub and paid sub helps me get there.
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