It might not be about perfection. Rather, it may be that that which is imperfect is that which has the most character.

If I don’t know who I am apart from everyone else, I probably need to spend some time apart from everyone else.

I am what no one else is, and in the hands of God I can do what no one else does. And if I dare set such a truth in motion I will change my world.

We are not made for a mold to which we all mindlessly adhere. Rather, we are made to be molded into something for which no mold exists.

The problem with the ‘herd’ is that our voice is never ‘heard’.

I only look like everyone else because I’ve never really taken the time to understand either of us.