“I Want To Be Different”

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Most of us want to be different but what is being different? How do you define it? When everybody wants to be different then that means all of us are the same right? We all want the same thing, how does that make us any different?

Being different equally means being special, to be set apart from the rest, to be unique. We are all unique in our own way but most of us crave for being “different”. I guess we all have our own meaning to that word but most of us use that word to break out from our normal world. Like, being in line with a family of doctors but you wanted to break out from that and you wanted to become a writer instead. Or how your father wanted you to follow on his footsteps as a professional basketball player but you wanted to be a musician etc. Most of us grew up with a built path already, and we just have to walk on it. And some of us want to build our own. Which made me think that being different is not actually being different from the rest but becoming like the rest who are happy and successful, to follow their own passion and path.

“I want to be different” is not actually craving to be set apart, it is craving to be a part of something special and worthwhile. Being different is not going against the flow but being in the flow in the right river.

So, go ahead and be different.


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Better Days

Thinking back to the time when I was still traversing the dark side of my life and comparing it to where I am now, it still feels surreal that I overcame that, back then I was so ready to give up. I never believed that “it will get better” but here I am now, better than I ever was.

Struggles and better days are always together. Rains and rainbows as well. Always remember that.



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Note For The Day 18

You are not alone.
I feel and think the same way as you do,
we will both get through.


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Dealing With Goodbyes | ‘Goodbye’ Poetry Series Explained

Saying goodbye and letting go is probably one of the hardest things to go through in life but also necessary. Some goodbyes are for the best and some are just difficult to accept. But every goodbye leaves a lesson and it also leaves memories. These memories are the reason why it is so hard to let go, it makes us regret our decisions that lead to saying goodbye. It makes us question our actions, and it even makes us question what kind of person we are. The memories are like a big black hole in our hearts and mind, that when we open, it swallows us back into the past reliving every experience like it was just yesterday. But we need to snap back to the reality that it happened, and it happened for a reason. We need to eventually let go and accept that it is now in the past.

I wrote a series of poetry about different goodbyes to different people in our lives. First, I want to say sorry (not really) for posting 3 posts yesterday or depending on our time zones. But I hit my maximum limit of 2. It started when I suddenly thought about all my childhood friends that became strangers. We were really close friends when we were kids, running and playing around our neighborhood but then we grew up, and suddenly stopped playing together and just became strangers. I still see them around the neighborhood but we just walk past each other like we didn’t laugh so hard together playing pranks on our other neighbors when we were kids. It was a fun memory but also sad, then I wrote the Goodbye, Old Friend poem. And then, I thought of all the kinds of goodbyes a person can have, it can be from a friend, a past lover, and it can even be a goodbye from our families.

Letting go is tough, it is sad, and it hurts but through time we eventually learn to deal with it and just get over it. Just like what Taylor Swift sang in her song Invisible Strings— time is mystical, it cuts us open but heals us fine.


Related Posts:
Poetry – Goodbye, Old Friend
Poetry – Goodbye, My Dear
Poetry – Goodbye, Mom & Dad

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Note For The Day 17

Be kind in any form, to others and to yourself. Being kind doesn’t cost anything. Get tons for yourself then share it, and spread it.


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