Thinking Diffrently?

Try and recollect the issues upon which you differed from your mates. Well, that would have surely happened if you do not generally bleat with the sheep around. To think on your own is a premise that's ruled by none but you. There is also a partial guarantee that if you use the neurons of your own brain, you'd end up with ideas that are not the same as everyone else's.
So far so good. But how often have you let the morphine of pride run inside you; as a result of your acknowledgement of the fact that you think differently? According to me, it's in the atoms.
Difference.
We are woven into difference. Every thought, idea, trajectory and line are different from each other. Success has many fathers. One of them is often disguised as 'different thinking'.
Come to the ground and dig it a little sweetheart- Everyone is different..
Even the duration of a second ticked by the same series Rolex watches.

We

John and Harry were once stuck in the woods at night. It was fairly cold and they were crammed in a rock enclosure that could be safely classified as a cave.
The only sounds were the distant eerie howls and the fire crackling.
"You know what? This is great fun," John said.
"Yeah," Harry said dully.
For a few seconds they remained silent.
"Why does the universe exist?" Harry asked distractedly.
The fire crackled a bit louder, as if trying to answer.
"It exists because We do." John told him.

The fire, woods, howls, cold and successes exist because we do. Actions lead to sequences, and observations lead to existence.

To be, or to be

I remember attending a seminar on anger management. The speaker had told us a simple truth-when facing tricky situations having options to deal with; you choose the response.
Fairly simple. We do indeed choose the response.
We all secretly harbour a desire to stand out. Planning, hard work and timely execution do help us. But there's another simple truth-you don't have a choice. You have to do it.
And hence in a competition, you have to be; or to be.

Anyone home?

The consequences of undesirable circumstances often drive us away from home. No, not in the usual sense of the term. Your home is what you actually are. Don't we sometimes, or most of the times; want to stave off from our lines of rhythm to places that give us a false sense of elation?
Hit a car on the road. You and the victim car's owner would first assert the magnitude of damage you could inflict upon one another, given your position. Everyone is in a position to deprive you of your rights and freedom.
At times its your insecurity. You could lie about having a car even if you walk to office, to find yourself at home with the others.
Perhaps your home is the only place where you are just you. Where you can listen to old songs you'd otherwise be ashamed of listening to in front of others, where you can even wear your slightly over large or tight pyjama and can taste a kid's cereal.
Is anyone home?