Why Conform?

Why conform? In a world where categorization is the key to identity (and sanity!), where desktops to shelf tops are all conformed and categorized arrays, where even a walking talking breathing being is categorized into race, identity and boundaries; this question seems rather irrelevant. We conform because conforming is comforting. Its simpler, easier and that’s the way to be! So then lets rephrase… Why not conform?
I do not want to conform. ..Why not?
Because conforming is not limited to identity anymore. Its no longer just a tool to help me make my life easier…its become life itself. I do not want to conform because life is not meant to be conformed… it is supposed to be set free of any bounds and conformities and be allowed to explore and relish every new thing that comes across.
Today conforming has become an easier way out… a way to state your preferences and stick to them without ever finding out what would happen if I don’t. The quest for a peaceful existence has led to conforming ourselves to a mundane existence. An existence that is governed by a set of rules that we quietly follow and hope that nothing goes wrong. And when something does go wrong we have something or someone to blame for not conforming and thus causing trouble.
Imagine a world of no conformity whatsoever… total chaos! A place where no one follows any rule, no patterns and no categorizations. Each is left to explore and create his own code of existence. And in this quest where each is on his or her own journey there is everybody around doing the same…. The result is an interaction which is not governed by rules but pure basic instinct. Its raw and unrefined yet has the underlying grace of human instinct. An instinct which is more sensitized to its surroundings, born out of the unpredictability of situations around it. An instinct which is not conformed to a mundane and safe existence. An instinct which questions, understands, explores and most importantly ‘feels’.
Sounds like a twisted Utopia… an unpredictable dangerous yet tantalizing existence. Where there is only one kind of conforming, that of not conforming to anything.