I Am Not Different

“Being different is not a bad thing at all.”

“Being different is not a bad thing at all.” - Round & Rectangular

As I progress to adulthood, I always knew I was different. I have no physical or mental disability. I am capable of performing everyday activity without any assistance. I have friends, a social life, and pursing a career. But still, I know I am different.

People might see a beautiful, light, blue sky filled with puffy clouds with different shapes. I see it as the almighty Zeus hiding somewhere behind the heavy clouds watching his creations at its work. My friends chit-chat non-stop about things happening in school and gossip about people and latest trends. I rather zone out and imagine being a photographer and traveling across the world just to get an extraordinary picture to put into my collage. But again, I know I am different.

I do question if it is because I don’t follow the norms. But then again, what is normal nowadays? Norms change all the time. One day it is considered wrong and unjustified. Next day, it’s the biggest trend. So I thought I might be unique. I act and think differently because I have a different perspective and think critically. But doesn’t everyone feel that way? But then again, I know I am different.

We are humans and the only existing living species classified in the Homo genus. How are we so different?

I have dwelt in this thought for quite some time. Quite mind-boggling like figuring out the algorithm to rotating the same colors on all sides of a Rubik’s cube. Just couple days ago, somehow and somewhere, it just hit me and I found the answer.

I am myself and there’s just no one that is I. There is only one of me and one of you. You can’t be me because there’s only one of me in this world and same for you. There are no copies of me. No copies of you. I am myself and you are yourself. If there is a replication of me, it is then can I compare and determine if I am different and the logic applies for you too. I can’t be different then because there is only one of me and only one of you. It can’t be compared, thus, you and I are not different.

I am not different. I am myself, the one and only kind.


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  1. #1 by Steph on November 16, 2011 - 7:03 am

    I’m glad we are all unique…if we were 1 in a Million then there would be over a thousand of me in China and then I would weep for the poor Chinese. Thank you for visiting my blog…I like yours as well.

    • #2 by TriviaYourMind on November 16, 2011 - 11:34 am

      lol…thnx for the comment and reading my post…glad it made you think

  2. #3 by thespiderfarmmanager on November 16, 2011 - 7:54 am

    Some deep insights there. It is true that we are very unique and different being who do share some commonalities. I just think most people and society at large insist on categorising us into subgroups like race, status, political choice, religion etc which all deny any commonalities between us. The messed up thing is that in finding similarities within these subgroups individuality is sacrificed to the extent that many of us are scared to acknowledge our inner being as unique. If you are even dwelling with ideas of possibilities of being different it means that you are not afraid to be yourself. It is so unfortunate that more times than not it is only with age that we embrace our inner being as being different and stop trying so hard to fit in with others at the sacrifice of who we really are. Life is complicated this way. Thanks for sharing…

    • #4 by TriviaYourMind on November 16, 2011 - 11:37 am

      sometimes the peer-pressure and pressure from society really eats up people’s confidence to be themselves. plus the media and cultural differences really push people to not accept their true self. people nowadays really love to put people in categories but really, it is not possible. there could only be one of us. thnx for commenting, reading, and sharing. come back for some intriguing posts. 🙂

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