A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.
- Oscar Wilde, Ireland
Be unique, be you... or so they say about living up to that elusive evergreen dream. Yet the matter of fact is that we are all of the same substance.
Then as we all behaved in the best and worst of our ways, do we all appear unique in our own ways? Why some find comfort in blending in? Why are some envious if you stand out?
Is being unique that important? Do we know what it means to be unique? Why do we yearn to be unique to a unique someone in our lives? Is it because it is so painful to not be extraordinary, noteworthy, unequalled, peerless, rare, one-in-a-lifetime experience?
Then why some hate to be peculiar, exclusive, incomparable?
