How contorted we can become when we strive to be like someone else. If we pause even for a moment to reflect, it is evident that no one exists as a stand alone model for anything. We are ultimately all a part of the same fabric, along with all else that is.
If I lay a pattern on a piece of cloth and cut two identical pieces, they are the same and yet different. They are two, but also one. Neither is dependent on the other to exist, but came from the same whole.
In this same way, we are all separate but united; different, but uniform. Beyond the oneness of us all, it is more desirable to have our subtle (if not superficial) differences to enhance the experience of life.
Lesa
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