Utterly Different

It’s quite disheartening to have your own father telling you to conform to standards. That he doesn't believe that you have it in yourself to change the system, that nobody as ordinary as you could do that. They say, “You cannot change the world, you must jump on the bandwagon.” This is the way the cookie crumbles.

Now if everyone believed that, we would never have revolutionaries or pioneers or even inventors for that matter. Progress, be it physical, mental, technological, spiritual, in essence would halt.

Belief is indispensable, for the sake of progress. The courage to believe, that someday something will change for the better, it Will be different; that You could be a placard bearer of that movement and that you mustn’t wait for a Messiah to do it.

I hear that everyone would have themselves believe that they’re “Different”, unique somehow; that they aren’t one of the thousands alike. It seems that it’s a wishful notion, but most often considered untrue.

I disagree. They are “Different”, however so similar; they do possess their own personal brand of DNA. A unique identity, which can never be stolen. They are entitled to believe themselves to be anything; nobody has the right to typecast another, to put them down. To showcase to them their unnatural ordinariness.

Revolutionaries weren’t born, they were made so by the times and circumstances they lived in, the hardships and social sickness they faced. They had parents like ours too, ones who told them to live a normal life, not go against the odds, do as the world dictates you must or you’ll be ostracized. But they fought for us, for the faint hearted. They went ahead and faced Social Siberia, all for the greater good, so that one day a parent finally says, “You will change the world, son”

Maybe, one of these days we won’t sound ridiculous anymore when we say, “No, I’m not like the rest...I’m different!”

Maybe, just maybe, one of these days someone will actually believe you when you say that you’re out to change the world.