Because you’re strange, odd, different, out of place, and painfully charming. You wear colors that aren’t approved by others and do your hair how your fantasy leads you.
You speak unfiltered truths and walk without fear. The world may tell you there is no place for someone as peculiar, there is no crowd that would follow your steps, and you can’t care less about any of it.
In the end, the winner always walks alone, and you aim for it.
Right and left, there are conformity and settlement, yet your heart tells you there is more. And you dare yourself to take your own steps, your own pace, and follow your own goddamn dreams.
Nobody can tell you what to do, whom to be, and where to go. Nobody can instruct you on how to live your life, the kind of things you must say and do, or the criteria to what they believe will make you ‘perfect.’
Because you know perfection isn’t yours. And it isn’t what you want.
You know life is too short to be anyone else but you, and you will do just the simplest thing you can: to just live as yourself.
And there is nothing, absolutely nothing wrong with it.
You are truly beautiful, in such extraordinary ways. You’re puzzling, a complex mind in a world full of uniformity, and it’s ridiculously attractive.