Where Are the Universal Themes

Where are the universal themes, the parables, the parallels that might be drawn from humdrum, quotidian happenstance? We languish in these ruts we live in and bear our days with resignation (some with equanimity) -- justifying our inaction, our failures to break free, with feeble lame excuses -- never a real cause: which is, succinctly, our timorous laziness. A broadening of perspective, a striving toward the epic, the grandiose -- with, perhaps, the universality of civilized urbanity, or of rural natural simplicity or even stark objectivity -- may these be what we need? Here's the stale conclusion: be daring, brave enough to become accustomed to a singular (perhaps lone) existence. When you must, be fair and listen but, when you should, be insistently unbending to the pressures and opinions of your peers. And use your mind, your unique voice, and proclaim incessantly your messages, even to those who turn to you their stubbornly deaf ears.