I’m different. The argument could very well be “aren’t we all?” This is true, we all are different in the way we look, the way we present ourselves, the thoughts we have, the clothes we wear, and the way we see life. When I say “different” I am delving into different waters… not the standard way of thinking that “we are all different”.

Usually, when people think “different” they think of difference in a negative context. I’ve always thought different was good. Albert Einstein. Edvard Munch. Mozart. Leonardo da Vinci. They were all not just different but drastically differrent. They embraced their oddness and difference or what I believe it to be is creativity. The way they conceptualized life, art, math, or science was beyond what others thought could even be possible. That is the different I am talking about. Not being afraid to be so different in a world and society that don’t fully embrace it… yet. 

Some of us are born in an era that isn’t truly meant for us, because our ideas are far too great, far too superb, and far to imaginative but truth is it will become reality one day, even if we are not alive to see it become so.

So, are you different, but in a good way? Do you think you possess ideas, thoughts, visions beyond this world and able to harness great amounts of creativity upon command? Are you different? I know I am in some respects. I think I think too much (ha, just read that sentence again… I’m a hopeless overthinker). I think about myself, the world I live in or as I call it “my world”, the society I’m placed in, and then I separate myself in my thoughts and think about the world as it is today, how it could be, should be, and how others may be experiencing life (i.e. other cultures, people of different SES, others in different countries, etc.).

The key has always been to be different, for, if you think about it, we have many keys on a key chain but the door, the door of greatness, can only be opened by a key that is far different from the rest.

Here is something Edvard Munch wrote to describe his artwork ‘Scream’:

I was walking along a path with two friends

the sun was setting

I felt a breath of melancholy

Suddenly the sky turned blood-red

I stopped and lent against the railing, dealthy tired

looking out across the flaming clouds that hung

like blood and a sword over the deep blue fjord and twon

My friends walked on

I stood there trembling with anxiety

and felt a great, infinite scream pass through nature