When You're Different

You’re different.

It’s not just the way you look or the clothes you wear, you can feel it from the inside. Your perception of the world is not the same as everyone elses. They see clothing and cars and jewelry as valuable and you see colors more vividly. You can feel the change in the atmosphere while most flock like bees to the club to party. Their objective is winning and having others validate who they are, you would prefer to see a butterfly fly across your line of vision.

When you do venture into their popular environments, it’s not all glitz and glamour like they make it out to be. You see shapes, positioned together to create objects, painted different colors and women wearing costumes playing roles that they believe will get them what they seek.

You’re different. And it’s not just because you don’t have to drink to have fun. They have to spend so much money to get high and that feeling of elation and peace is your daily mental state.

You’ll never fit in. You hop from job to job, relationship to relationship. People in costumes chosen by others stare at you wondering why you can’t just be…right. More like them.

You try. It feels like imprisonment of your soul. Wearing all black. Sipping cocktails. Discussing the latest reality show or sports game or whatever was on E! last night feels so inconsequential.

What matters more? The state of humanity. Seeking peace. Expressing yourself in creative ways. Sharing love. Feeling free.

You’re so different. At the core of your being you resonate with the vibration of others around you. You sense the heaviness, the delight, the craving, the lust. You don’t know why. You don’t know what to do with all of this. All you want to do is create and express yourself, your perspective, your opinion, your view of the world.

And you want to eat on a regular basis. Good food.

You’re different. And I have no advice for you but to keep living. Keep being you. Know that in your isolation, you are not alone. There’s another spirit out there fumbling, bumbling, bouncing, knocking things over, begging for the chance to give their gift of love and feeling like no one wants to receive it.

Give anyway.