Who am I to tell anyone how to live their lives, I know nothing of your story nor have I walked your path and experienced life in the way that you have, who am I to vote and regulate laws and judgments for your life based on my limited experience and knowing, based on my own fears and my own egocentric seeking of security, who am I to make comments on the career you choose live out, just because your work is not perfect for my reality, doesn’t mean it’s worth any less than the career I choose, who am I to dictate what is the perfect weight, height, or body type, what gave me the right to break you down because you were created just as equally unique as myself yet for some reason I have deemed my ideal vision to be the only one that needs to exist, as if everyone is supposed to look and feel the same, who am I to decide what faith is the best one to follow or practice, as if all roads do not lead to the same source in the end, what makes my beliefs so special that I need to fight and harm another in my quest to defend my stance, who am I to judge what is right or what is wrong, when the answer to this puzzle is relative to the perception, yet for some reason feeling righteous satisfies the ego thirst to be the victor, when in reality there is no win or lose, we were not to compete with one another, nor be weighed on scales of judgment, its time we started to embrace what's different folks; we all have had our own very special and meaningful journeys that have gotten us right to where we are this very moment, we spend so much of our lives trying to fit in and sacrificing our deepest desires in order in order to live out our lives in the way that others expect us to, do not change the dreams we seek, who we are and what we look like in order to make someone else's reality more comfortable for them to accept; like snowflakes from above we were purposefully created different.