I love personal agency as rendered before a vast sea of social constructs and adopted protocols. Personal agency allows for the continuous formation and re-formation of the self and its expression as individual as our own ways of processing the world.
Many would argue the point of habitus, of social reproduction, of our inability to see past (forget traversing beyond...ooof!) our own local mores and cultural constraints. While I do attribute a great amount of credit to the context in which we enact our multiple selves, to our environment, I would be remiss in not stating the power of the self. Now, the argument continues, personal agency is but a reflection of the social fabric with which we sew our lives, a construction adhering to arbitrarily enacted norms. Sure, but leave it to the unsatisfied, to the creative mind, to the critical thinker to step outside the established rules of play, and make the rest of us "sheeple" (as Dusan Writer quips) look around and concoct our own possibilities by merely seeing the dreams of others realized. Hey, at least allow me to fantasize herein, right?
And so it is personal agency that grants me a glimpse of the self, of myself, usually obscured by the daily progressions of quotidian crap. It is that very agency which allows me to find expression in the creation of interpersonal exchanges, in the conveyance of ideas (whether original or recycled), in the sharing of minds within whatever context I may be lucky enough to find a connection. So I extend my hands out to you in an attempt to connect, whoever you are, for it is all that I have to offer.
