Maybe I don’t belong here. I’ve always been…different. Odd. Eccentric. Peculiar.

Never fitting in with those society deemed important with their arbitrary social norms.

And maybe that’s for the best.

Maybe I’m not meant to be a part of the crowd. Maybe I’m not meant to be the same, just another faceless person in a sea of duplicity.

Maybe my destiny is elsewhere, in the infinite vastness of possibility. In a world of varied experiences and diversity.

Maybe my greatness lies just over there, past this normalcy and sameness everyone is so content with.

Maybe I’m meant for much more.

Maybe I’ll go find it.

Maybe.