What if I am different?
What if I am different than “you”?
I like spicy, flavorful Mexican food, so my hot dog will not have the “regular” ketchup and mustard, but will be overloaded with bacon, onion, tomatoes and jalapeños.
I will take a quiet, peaceful walk in the mountains over a sandy beach.
I would rather sit with “you” in a quiet place, and eat and talk and laugh and cry. Than be in a group, frazzled by all the chattering noise.
Solitude is my friend, my rest; the place where I can just be. I don’t have to be rescued from it. It doesn’t mean I’m shutting down, heck I can shut down in a crowded place.
We are all different. We are all fearfully and wonderfully made. The beauty in a collage with all the different faces, colors and sequence.
There is beauty in differences! There is peace in just being me!
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