From childhood, we know we're one of a kind, special. We think we're extraordinary, capable of great things, achieving our dreams, changing our family's fate, even changing the world. But after blow after blow and setback after setback, we realize we're just ordinary people, so ordinary there are countless others just like us.
So many people set out believing they're special, only to gradually lose their distinctiveness and blend into the crowd. Among the vast sea of people, how many are truly different? Who could spot the difference between one leaf and another on the same tree?
How can we blame others for overlooking our ordinariness?
Theme: Growing up means understanding that we are ordinary, and finding redemption for our broken selves through the connections we make...
