Why blend in when you were born to stand out?

Let’s break the quote “why blend in when you were born to stand out”? Why blend in means – why try to be like others? when you were born to stand out means – when you were born to be something different. so the whole thing means – why try to be like others when you were born to be something different? So if a 9 year old likes to just read and write alone in his room and his mother and father force him to play outside and be like others, he won’t be happy and will never be himself. And if he would be sad, his family would be sad and there will be more sadness than happiness in the house.

Thanks for reading and this is my quote – ‘The fun of nature is more than the fun of games.’ Please tell me what this quote means to you.

The Day I Felt Ignored

Once when I was in Nursery (I was 4), during free time, one of my friends put milk in a clay box and blamed me saying I had done it. Ma’am wanted to take someone’s clay. She asked him for his clay and found milk in his clay box. She asked him what happened and that was when he blamed me. He told ma’am that I had put milk in his clay box and clay in my milk glass.

I felt upset. I tried to tell ma’am the truth but she didn’t listen to me and scolded me. I felt angry and ignored.

I am 8 now and I still remember this incident.

I dream of clouds…

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A beauteous ocean,

A blood red beach,

The striking sunset,

The joy in the air.

The croak of the frogs,

The song of the sparrow,

The bleat of the lambs,

Like a bronze guitar.

The feel of the wind,

The heat of the sun,

A wandering cloud,

The peace in the air.

The smiles we smiled,

The laughter we shared,

Like distant echoes on a lost forest floor.

Yeah-yeah-yeah: oranges and tangerines

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Stare at hills in the past,

Tear yourself apart.

Gaze at the star-filled sky,

Look at the butterflies wandering by.

Hear the musician weep

As he sings a lonely beat.

Here the joyful chirp,

Of a sparrow who just gave birth.

Now break down, yes, break down,

Break and never join again,

Like a vase shattered in the floor.

Here the goats bray,

As they eat in the glowing day.

Slap yourself till your hands break,

Drown yourself in a bloody lake.

Find your inner-peace and smile,

Walk down a busy road for a mile.

Creep down the street,

With ever silent feet.

Look at the beauty in yourself,

Be an open book in an open shelf.

Now break down, yes, break down,

Break and never join again,

Like a vase shattered on the floor.

Now I don’t have much to say,

I am going crazy,

I am mad,

And I don’t see what’s wrong with that.