Sunday, December 4, 2011

Inspiration from Gandhi.

This is probably something you have heard before.  Something everyone else says because, at the end of the day, we are all the same.

But we're not all the same.  If we were all the same, it would be a pretty boring life....
If we could all rhyme like that one guy,
or all jump off a cliff and fly.
If we could all sing, cook, dance, and play the sax,
It'd be boring to the max.

We wouldn't be able to call ourselves unique.
But who is unique in a world full of seven billion people?

I keep forgetting to be different.
I keep forgetting to be the one to speak out to you.
To be the one to stand up and say something's not okay.
I keep forgetting that sometimes, you need to be out of your comfort zone.
I keep forgetting to be real, and I want to be real, for every second of my life.  For every second that counts.

Because it's so easy to blend in, so easy to not be seen, because there are so many people.
When do we own ourselves completely?
Because we're too busy trying to be like everyone else.  Too busy trying to be normal and avoid being a minority.

You know, no one has this whole life thing figured out.
But let me tell you something.

At the end of the day, I don't want to be like everyone else.
I want to own myself and not rely on what people think of me.
At the end of the day, I want to be just me.  Something no one has seen before.

You may have heard something like this before; it's because it's the stuff that makes us a little bit different yet the same.

Inspiration.
And tonight's not the last time I'm gonna see the light.

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