Uniqueness. An interesting, yet somehow difficult-to-achieve concept. I am still a teenager, and this constant quest to try and be special, memorable and ‘unique’ has, in modern times, taken a strange turn.

I look around me at my high school. What I see is 70% of the school’s students dressing, talking, acting, doing and looking the same. I mean, that’s what high school is all about nowadays – right? Fitting in. Being accepted. Being popular. Surviving.

Then I see 25% trying (too hard) to be different. These, in my opinion, are the typical teen rebels. They try so hard not to fit in to the other 70%’s norms, that they, each individual on their own quest, don’t realise that they aren’t unique. They’re just like the rest of the 25% who are doing the exact same thing – trying to force uniqueness.

Then, I see the other 5%. This small group of people are truly unique – without even trying. That’s part of their intense beauty. Each and every individual in this group is different. These are the people who are so comfortable within themselves that they are 100% themselves. They pay no attention to the norms and what others are doing. They don’t try to fit in, yet they don’t try not to. They’re too focussed on being and loving themselves. These people shine. These people are incredible.

And the great part about this group is that everyone and anyone  can join. It’s just a case of finding out, through trial and error I suppose, who you are and who you want to be. Once you are happy with that person – you have it. You’re unique. And happy.

Sadly, I don’t know which of these groups I fit into just yet. I strive to be of the last group. And I hope that one day I will be; however, I have yet to learn to find my own path and be myself in a world of clones. But I assure you, when I get to that point, I’ll be the happiest individual alive because I’ll be me.


2 thoughts on “Uniqueness

  1. I stumbled upon your blog, I like the name by the way, from the WordPress community pool. High school is such a fun time but so infuriating trying to “fit” in. I wasted too much time trying to “impress” instead of just being me. Eventually, I found a friend (now my wife) that didn’t care about impressing people (oddly enough she played guitar and wrote music). She just cared about being a good friend to people who needed a shoulder no matter what “clique” they were in.


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