Unique?

As i was driving home from Disneyland I took a change of pace and put on 91.5 the classical radio station. It was different, i usually listen to the noise presented on the hip-hop stations. I felt at one point the muddled beats laced with tongue flicks quieted the sounds in my head. All it actually did was drown them out for a little while, until I wasn't listening anymore.

I like to describe how i think as an epic battle between opinions and perspectives with my conscience trying to pick up the pieces. When the classical music flooded my ears it was like the current made all my thoughts go in one direction. It was quiet time, concentration time. In this near nirvana i noticed a splashing sound calling to my left ear. It wasn't raining and neither were the sprinklers going off. Mind you i'm in my car driving home, i didn't have time to stop and smell the roses or search for the water. The wonders of the human senses were able to focus on the origin of the sound.

There it was, broken. Somebody must've busted a sprinkler but then again maybe the pressure just built so much that it had to explode. Anyway, have you ever been to the enchanted tiki room at disneyland? Well in the center of the room near the latter part of the show a kiosk/monument reveals itself to be a fountain. The center starts to propel a column of water, nearly perfect until it reaches the top. This busted sprinkler was like that except truly perfect.

Sometimes when you see a broken sprinkler it looks like it has Tourette's as its spitting water in all different directions. Sometimes it looks like its lazy and falls down the faucet in clumps. But at this sprinkler--i'm no math-whiz--the column of water was at such a slight angle that when gravity pulled it down at it's apex it was a parabola. Time stood still as i noticed it. The water was perfect until it met with the asphalt but even then the sound made was continuous and didn't have any breaks or hiccups.

I was so fascinated, that i could have stopped and examined it all night. But a short meditation would have to suffice too make sure i'm going to wake up for work tomorrow/today.

I like to think that i think in unique ways, that i'm different from your next joe schmoe. I just want to be different. This little incident has helped me realize why i want to think differently. I saw beauty in the broken sprinkler. I didn't look for it, the beauty was right there. All the others around it were not malfunctioning to the best of my knowledge. They were not going off randomly. There are things that are broken, that are different from the majority. They might not even function correctly but they create beauty.

I see beauty in the broken. I look past the facades and masks. In the same way I hope that somehow there'll be someone who can look past my plethora of personalities and find there is substance. I'm just like a piece of clay waiting to be shaped, i'm kept together by something in order to mold and make me unique. Define that something for me?