But we are different

Our existence begin when we inhale the first breath of life into this world. From then on, we make our mark in this world, as well as an unbreakable vow to live our lives and be burdened by everything else like everyone else.

We face problems and we get through them. Everyone does, eventually. I’ve deliberately written the previous post in such a way that it emphasizes the indifference between us and everyone else. There is no significance or meaning behind our problems because everyone faces them. It doesn’t make us stick out, it merely puts us all together.

But I believe that everyone is different, and I am writing all these to share my values and express my firm beliefs.

Fingerprints, for example. No 2 fingerprints can be exactly alike in every detail because of the difference in the friction ridge. This is a pathetic example to show that you are different, no matter how similar you may be to another individual.

Similarly, so everyone has the same problems. Everyone deals with it and gets past it. But I’m sure that we know that everyone gets through it differently. There are times, when we mingle with people, we judge them from their experiences, the way they speak and express, and the way they live and behave. We may know of a great individual who may have achieved/overcame an incredible feat in their lives. We then follow suit and do the same, and we achieve the same incredible feat they did.

Perhaps you have an elder sibling who is incredibly smart and talented, and overall very achieving. And you constantly feel pressured and compared that it becomes important that you do the same. You eventually do, and for that you are able to see yourself as a being of similar status. Maybe you surpass that individual, and naturally you’d feel a great sense of achievement. But this does not mean you deserve to claim superiority over that individual.

Or maybe the individual surpasses you instead, and you measure your worth and compare it to that individual an think that you can be nothing but a shadow, and that you are indeed not as great, or different. Just, not as good, not as smart, not as achieving.

I realize that I am writing long winded and long assed posts again so I shall make an effort to summarize my points now because my fingers are starting to die as well.

Achievements are what people see, and they speak nothing of the stories behind it. We all may face the same problems, share the same achievements, and seem the same like someone else.

But we are not. Just as we have fingerprints to prove our biological difference to others, we also something else mentally, and significantly different of course to everyone else: experience.

We construct our values, our beliefs and our superegos through experience. We solve the same problems as everyone else, and go through the same messed up system like everyone else. But we respond differently. We behave and think differently too. Because no individual can be blessed with the same environment, people, influence, values, enforcements and experiences as everyone else.

We start together at the start of a journey through the forest, and we end up at the same end. But we never see the same things. There is always a difference in order, in sequence, and in experience. That is where the difference really lies.

I would write the math to prove it but it would be terribly. Boring.

This is my strongest belief amongst my beliefs, and my foundation for my values and moral. And I have no idea why I’m blogging all these nonsense.

This is kind of my illusion that reinforces my every decision and actions. No one can ever truly be the same.

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