The less I allow myself to be a unique person, the more I disallow others to be who they are meant to be.
You were born unique but does that matter to you? You were born to do what you were purposed to be, but do you know what that is, or do you forsake that pleasure for the sake of pleasure – or safety?
You were born to take a stand when others will not, but do you stand with truth – or do you merely stand, then fall, by your self-enslaved will?
You were born to love – and also in the presence of hate – but does love reside within your heart, even for yourself?
You were born to be you and no one else, but are you trying to be someone you’re not for the sake of tradition? Do you turn your back on you for the sake of stability, acceptance, or the “rational”, or for the sake of embracing or rejecting a religion?
You were born unique, but when you disallow yourself to be only you, you then insist that others become just like you – after all, bland hates color.
Life is the palette upon which God paints his awesome color, you. He alone loved you enough to envision you, to plan you, to give you a purpose, and to carefully craft you like no other – his unique masterpiece in the making. With brush in hand he stands ready with unequalled power, waiting to continue his awesome creation, you – if you just let him.
Be you, my friend. It’s time to live. It’s time to go free and rejoice when others do the same.