#all the same

The more I gave to others, the more I gave up on me. Giving is not always as good as greed wants you to perceive it. The more I got along well with others, the less I did with myself. I have traded my self-satisfaction for others’ phantom satisfaction of me. Since my arrival to where I am now, or think I am at least, life changed and I didn’t have to, I didn’t have to but I had. Life changed and even though I had changed accordingly, I was still the odd one out, it was I the stranger. I felt different and still do. But am I really different? Yes, I reckon. In accordance to my affiliations, my identity components and who I am, I am different. Different just like everyone else is, for everyone is different and that is what makes everyone the same.