1 Thing We Need to Stop Saying if We Want Things to Get Better

“There is no one quite like me.”

Yes, there is.

And yes, there are.

Millions and billions of human cousins inhabit a small sphere floating in an enormous cosmos, with the heavens declaring, “Be fruitful and multiply,” not “Be fruitful and specify.”

We have so much in common that we fight.

We are a multiplication desperately attempting to avoid division.

If our beauty is skin deep and our color barely covers a first coat, then what lies inside us is equally internal and eternal.

Beware those who desire to gain by stealing the precious identity and purpose of others.

There is someone like you.

There are many like you.

You are set aside from the animal kingdom to be a part of the human race.

You are worth many sparrows.

But you are not sharing a different neighborhood.

It is contingent on those who understand that there is no temptation that is not common to us all—nor any blessing that should be withheld—to step forward and silence the money-grubbing, selfish sons-of-a-bitches who want to turn us against one another just so for a moment, they can look on their offspring as superior.

This is the one thing we must stop saying. “There is no one quite like me.”

If you are not happy being part of an eight-billion-person party, then please quietly go off by yourself with your own bag of chips to the nearest cave—and feel special.