Your texture
Another version of Cinderella: one desperate girl somehow fits into the shoe. With great discomfort and difficulty she walks to the palace but trips into a drain! Oops. Maybe she could fit into the shoe, but the shoe didn’t.
They are things, they hold on to their uniqueness.
Its already a fact that we are the descendants of monkeys, there is no need to ape around to prove that. Yes, we are obstinately obsessed with general trends, lives of others that at some point we are all sick of ourselves. Its human script! We complain, yearn endlessly into the void every night.
The next morning, you wake cuddled perfectly in your bed. How do you fit so well in your own arms, in your own bed?
Morning brings a realization that how home is it to be you. To be that original person that lives in your dream world.
Humans in general are a bit more into definitions than they think; they generalize themselves too much with the crowd.
But my fellow sapiens generalization is just a shout out to the mediocrity.
There is a diversity out there and all we need to do is practice ourselves. We may all be the same species, but with millions of different patterns and textures. Your marrow is just one in this myriad! Imagine you have your own space. Remember that jigsaw puzzle from your blooming days, each part mattered.
This world is that jigsaw, we all have that one unique cavity which only we can fill, you can’t fit into any other and No One can fill yours. Our world is a canvas and every stroke , every shade makes it aesthetic. Even the black is as bright as red. The white equally vibrant as blue.
Your texture contributes, your shade, shape, vibe contributes in this masterpiece of a world.

