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Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he’s *just* a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That’s like saying, “He can’t climb that mountain, he’s just a man”, or “That’s not a diamond, it’s just a rock.” Just. ~J.M. Barrie

We all want to be different. Stand out from the crowd. Without exception.

Ironically, in this universal desire for uniqueness we all end up becoming similar. We all conform - to the desire of being a non-conformist. 

So what then? Does that automatically nullify what we are trying to do? Make us slaves to a world where the drab uniformity that drives us look for an individual identity also makes us create a different kind of same-ness. Perhaps a more difficult one to fight, given how carefully camouflaged it is in the garb of self-delusion. 

Maybe I'm being too morbid. Too much of a defeatist. Maybe I should look at it through rose-tinted glasses. 

Alternate scenario then. 

People are like rainbows. Each different. Each fitting together to make that splendid spectacle in the sky. You may be a happy yellow - along with tons of other chirpy yellow's. Or maybe you are a passionate indigo - but there are other passionate indigo's teaming up with you. 

No matter. All of you still form a wonderful picture - and it's a picture that would be incomplete in its symmetry without even one of you. 

Does that picture make you happy? Well then, my job here's done. 

As for me. I'm somewhat of a cynic. I keep thinking that even to be a rainbow, the sunshine cannot do without the rain. Even to be different, you need set parameters. 

Then are you really different? Or are you just pretending to be?