Isn’t it strange how zebra’s stand out so much?
Shouldn’t they have evolved to be a sort of brown colour? Like the lion, so that they would blend in with their environment and not get eaten?
Interestingly enough when scientists were studying zebra’s, they found it awfully hard to keep track of which zebra was which, so they came up with a solution:
“Why don’t we paint a red spot on the zebra we want to track?!”
Every time the scientists did this, the zebra in question got eaten.
Why?
Because the Zebra with the red-painted spot stood out from the rest of the herd. It turns out that the herd provide the camouflage for the individual.
But here’s the thing:
You are not a zebra, you don’t move in herds and you don’t need to worry about getting eaten
Can you think of a single person you admire that didn’t stand for something that set them apart from the crowd?
Whether it be Steve Jobs, Mahatma Gandhi or a soldier who fought for their country. All these people stood for something and most likely would put their life on the line for what they believe in.
At some point it seems, we have to put our foot down, draw the line in the sand and say:
“This is what I believe is right. This is what I believe in. This is who I am and what I stand for.”
I don’t fear laying on my death-bed and feeling sad that I didn’t accomplish X,Y or Z. I am afraid that I will be on my death-bed and look back at my life and realise that I didn’t stand up for what I truly believe in. That is a life not lived.
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