About the Struggle of Being Particular
I have always been an outcast. I have always been different from my peers. Whether because I think different, because I am smart, or because I am handsome. I detest calling myself any of these, because I used to be very narcissistic, and now I consider narcissism a horrible trait. I deeply regret having being narcissistic. But I will not lie to myself: I am more talented and smarter than most. I have also been blessed with my mother's beauty, for which I am truly grateful. But my true blessing is none of the former. No, my true blessing is my unexplainable wisdom. I think and I observe. I see things most cannot see. I am connected to the underlying reality of the Universe, and the older I get, the stronger this connection gets. This is my blessing. This is also my curse. It is my blessing because I have the opportunity to see beyond the obvious, and I have used it to successfully advance in life. But this is my curse because it has isolated me from those around me. Everyone is far