Sometimes, it feels like everything you’ve ever felt has already been written by someone in the past. Like everything just gets repeated and repeated. Like a lifetime is just another adaptation of the same story; different characters, different technology, but essentially still the same.
It’s like you’re a rip-off. Modified, but unoriginal. Almost…fake.
Faux. False. Forget:
That “everybody is unique” is a lie.
That you are as normal as anybody is.
That life should follow a routine to get by.
That we are all desperately trying to stand out.
Let go of trying to be someone else. The world doesn’t need another version of the same thing, another cover of the same song, or another name for the same hue—it needs you.
And mostly, that’s all there is to be reminded of.