Everyone wants to be solitary.

We want to think our battles unique,
                             our epiphanies individual,
                             our vices distinct.

And in seeking to be so desperately special, we’ve built a comparative society: One must be different or similar in just the right ways to be valuable.

As if knowledge is inherently connected to my own personal markers.
As if value is the summation of a characteristic checklist.

It’s disheartening, how we glorify self-isolation, how we think it makes us stronger.

Because we are stronger together.
Because at our core, we are each the same:

Nothing more than living, breathing, bleeding humanity.

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