It’s not easy being yourself. It’s not easy being me. Life is a huge mumbo-jumbo pool of whatever’s. I can’t to this day still understand why some things happen the way they do, or why some people get what they don’t deserve, or even those who hit the big lotto payday.
This forth chapter from When it Sucks it Blows, is all about uniqueness. Oh yes, we are definitely not the same, I can assure you of that. With our retina, fingerprints and are isolated brain waves, we are our own person. Some have been designed to be mechanics, others are dentists, and myself, I labor at greeting my local inmates at Walmart. We all got a job to do, and we all need to do what we’ve been called to do, whatever that may be.
When I mention the term unique, I’m implying that there is a difference between you and the rest of the world. That we are all specifically designed with an “individual code” that is not transferable, or the same as anyone else’s. Our DNA is different and that’s a promise! The term contrast we understand, it’s the universe we dwell in that we show our limitations. There is no way we will ever comprehend the total, especially struggling to just make our bed.
